tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389Wed, 25 Feb 2015 00:39:04 +0000Cinevistaramascopefreak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)Blogger755125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-2814481697438177574Mon, 02 Feb 2015 05:45:00 +00002015-02-02T09:37:13.832-05:00It's not groovy to be insane.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/3/3c/Inherent_Vice_film_poster.jpg/220px-Inherent_Vice_film_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UgTtsFIMcJ4/VM-Liy6ZkBI/AAAAAAAACO0/7Rn0zvSvZbI/s1600/Inherent_Vice_film_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UgTtsFIMcJ4/VM-Liy6ZkBI/AAAAAAAACO0/7Rn0zvSvZbI/s1600/Inherent_Vice_film_poster.jpg" height="320" width="215" /></a></div>I'm not sure exactly where to begin with <em>Inherent Vice</em> - I've seen it twice now, and I haven't completely wrapped my head around it, but&nbsp;I know&nbsp;it's a movie I'll be returning to for the rest of my life. It's not a problem of not understanding the plot, as the mystery at the center of <em>Inherent Vice</em>, while deliberately convoluted and elusive, isn't nearly as impenetrable as many of the reviews have made it out to be. It's that,&nbsp;beyond all of the missing real estate tycoons, Nazi bikers, Mansonoid conspiracies and coked-up dentists, at the heart of the movie is a pervasive undercurrent of melancholy that&nbsp;ties together&nbsp;its parade of sight gags and stoner humor and familiar faces popping up for brief, weird vignettes. It's a feeling captured perfectly by the song&nbsp;that plays over the end credits (and if you consider an end credits soundtrack cue a spoiler, consider yourself warned). I think I've listened to Chuck Jackson's version of "Any Day Now" every day since seeing the film - I was startled to hear it as the movie cut to black, but it's as perfect a coda for Paul Thomas Anderson's adaptation of Thomas Pynchon's book as it is unexpected. <br /><br /><em>"Then my wild beautiful bird<br />You will have flown<br />Any day now<br />Love will let me down<br />'Cause you won't be around"</em><br /><em></em><br />The song serves as a requiem both for a lost love and for a brief, perfect moment that, as the movie begins, is already almost over, with the idealism of peace and love giving way to the inexorable march of time and "the ancient forces of greed and fear," as they're called by the movie's narrator, the possibly etheral, probably immortal flower child&nbsp;Sortilege (Joanna Newsom). Those forces are represented by the Golden Fang, the mysterious crime&nbsp;ring with a seemingly limitless reach that, as the movie begins, has apparently kidnapped real estate developer Mickey Wolfmann (Eric Roberts). The movie opens with muttonchopped private eye Doc Sportello (Joaquin Phoenix) being paid an unexpected visit from his ex-old lady and Mickey's current lover, Shasta Fay Hepworth (Katharine Waterston), who asks Doc for help. Watching the movie a second time, this entire scene took on a different meaning - it's clear that Doc, who is rendered defenseless by Shasta's "heavy combination of face ingredients," is being played, and throughout the movie, our well-meaning but hapless hero will be repeatedly manipulated into being in the right place at the wrong time, particularly by the ex and current old ladies in his life.<br /><br />As the plot quickly expands and it becomes clear that the missing Mr. Wolfmann is only a fraction of a far greater conspiracy that encompasses heroin smuggling, a syndicate of dentists and a saxophone played turned government informant (Owen Wilson), Anderson - adapting Pynchon's novel mostly faithfully - is clearly having fun overloading us with information. One of the movie's many hilarious throwaway gags is Doc's diagram of the story's many players; our hero is as lost as we are. Some of the movie's fans have insisted that the plot doesn't matter, but it's not that, exactly - it's that, when by the time we meet the guy (or one of the guys) pulling the strings, it feels beside the point. The two obvious cinematic reference points for <em>Inherent Vice</em> are <em>The Big Lebowski </em>and Robert Altman's hazy, meandering film of Raymond Chandler's <em>The Long Goodbye</em>, and those are both unavoidably a part of the movie's DNA. But I also found myself thinking about <em>Chinatown</em>, another Los Angeles mystery where the specifics of the central shadowy plot are less important than our hero's realization of everything that he'll never know or be able to change. In <em>Chinatown</em>, this realization transfoms the <em>noir </em>into a horror story; here, it's met with a dopey shrug that betrays more than a hint of sadness, mixed with the hope that, if&nbsp;our hero or any of us&nbsp;can save one little kid from the little kid blues, maybe all isn't lost. <br /><br />If <em>Inherent Vice</em> is lamenting the end of an era, it works as well as it does because it never underlines this point. The loss of an idealized memory of a perfect moment that maybe never existed is crystallized in the scenes between Doc and Shasta, seen in flashback in a perfect moment, scored to Neil Young's "Journey Through the Past." I can't help feeling like I'm wasting a lot of words when film critic Miriam Bale has already written the perfect one-sentence review of the movie on Twitter, observing that "Sometimes I think <em>Inherent Vice</em> is only for those who have exes that seem like certain Neil Young albums." Contrast that with a scene late in the film where Shasta uses her sexuality to manipulate Doc; Waterston is remarkably fearless in the scene, which is - sexy isn't the right word, but it's made doubly disturbing because it's not entirely unarousing for any male audience members of the audience who'd like to think of themselves as better than that. The scene casts a dark shadow over the rest of the movie, a lingering reminder that, whatever our attempts at living the hippie lifestyle then or now, our own animal attraction to power and control - whether we'd prefer to be on the giving or receiving end -&nbsp;thwarts us as much as the&nbsp;Golden Fang ever could.<br /><br />It's scenes like this that set Doc Sportello apart from Jeff Lebowski, as much as both are the men for their times and places. Whereas the Dude is a truly Zen&nbsp;creation pulled into a situation beyond his control, there's a constant tension in Doc best illustrated by his favorite gesture, a peace sign followed by a middle finger. At one point, Doc casually jots down the phrase "Paranoia alert" in his notepad, and Phoenix's performance is a masterpiece of muttered asides and little gestures, facial expressions and whimpers that suggest he's always just barely keeping a full-blown panic attack at bay. He's matched by Josh Brolin as Detective "Bigfoot" Bjornsen, a Jungian shadow of sorts for Doc - Brolin uses his rugged screen presence to great effect, suggesting a wounded and strangely empathetic soul underneath the macho bluster, and Bigfoot and Doc's complicated relationship culminates in a scene that had me in hysterics both times I've seen the movie. The rest of the&nbsp;star-studded cast is terrific - I particularly enjoyed Martin Short, who does the most hilarious bump in film history; Michelle Sinclair (nee Belladonna), whose scene ends in a neat reversal of the same moment in the book; and Reese Witherspoon as Penny,&nbsp;an assistant D.A. and Doc's sometime lady. Penny's an upstanding citizen who sneaks away to Doc's shack at the fictional Gordita Beach for occasional deviance, and frankly, her simultanous giving Doc a hard time while clearly being totally&nbsp;into this weed-addled mess of anxiety and frayed synapses reminded me of me and my old lady. Perhaps it's not a great sign of how I'm doing if I'm relating to Doc Sportello, even if Sortilege assures him he's doing good*; on the other hand, out of recent releases, better that I see myself in Doc than in <em>Birdman</em> or <em>Listen Up Philip </em>or, especially, those knuckleheads in <em>Whiplash.</em><br /><br />But I digress. The real star here is Paul Thomas Anderson, and while he's content to translate much of Pynchon's book faithfully to the screen, it's still unmistakably his movie. Anderson has made enough movies now to chart an evolution from the look-at-me <em>wunderkind</em> who filled <em>Boogie Nights</em> and <em>Magnolia</em> with jaw-dropping tracking shots and bold gestures like, say, frogs falling from the sky. As a teen, my reaction to these moments was "Oh my God, this guy is fucking awesome and I want to be him when I grow up." Now I'm older than Anderson was when he made those movies, and I can also see how desparate he was for validation, which actually only makes me love them (and him) more. If <em>There Will Be Blood</em> and <em>The Master</em> signaled that he was becoming a more "mature" filmmaker, then <em>Inherent Vice </em>is both a logical next step and a surprising left turn for the director. Anderson has cited the Zucker brothers as an influence, and during the second viewing I caught enough ingenious peripheral sight gags (How did I miss the machine gun-toting Jesuses the first time?) that I'm eager to discover more. At the same time, the few elaborate tracking shots or other big stylistic flourishes are very brief and precisely chosen - for the most part, Anderson favors letting scenes unfold in long master shots, and any camera movements are very carefully motivated, including some beautiful handheld camerawork (just when I thought I was sick to death of handheld). <br /><br />Probably the most impressive thing about Anderson's work here is his confidence in the material - this was never going to be a major crowd-pleaser, but it's obviously work of a guy who is content to follow the stories that interest him. It's a movie for anyone tuned into its own peculiar wavelength, the straight world be damned. While it would have been nice if, somehow, the movie became a hit, it really never stood a chance, and that's okay. I drove an hour to see <em>Inherent Vice</em> the first time, to a college town I'd never been to; on the way home, driving through the beautiful northern reaches of my state, the movie still buzzing around in my head, I felt alive in a way no new movie had made me feel in quite a while. It feels inevitable that <em>Inherent Vice </em>is on its way to becoming a cult classic - not on the order of <em>The Big Lebowski</em>, perhaps, as it doesn't lend itself as easily to costume contests and bowling tournaments, but I look forward to the movie gradually finding its audience. In the meantime, I'm as content to love it for my own reasons as Anderson clearly was in making it for his.<br /><br />*Sidenote: I wasn't familiar with Joanna Newsom before the movie, but now, I'd gladly listen to her narrate anything. She could turn an industrial training video into a lullaby. http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2015/02/its-not-groovy-to-be-insane.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-428769288936560520Sat, 31 Jan 2015 01:16:00 +00002015-01-31T06:35:55.770-05:00Top 10: 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BiSMpry9dRw/VMwp-ZjWa9I/AAAAAAAACLg/ZtKL5m80X4U/s1600/under-the-skin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BiSMpry9dRw/VMwp-ZjWa9I/AAAAAAAACLg/ZtKL5m80X4U/s1600/under-the-skin.jpg" height="205" width="400" /></a></div><br />Earlier today, I wrote a paragraph on each of the movies in my top ten, along with a 600-word introduction. I was struggling with the tone, and I realized it's because, in the past year, real life has changed the way I watch movies. My moviegoing habits haven't changed, but since my dad's death last spring, I find myself valuing movies for different reasons. But honestly, it read like it should be titled "Top 10 Sad Things That Happened To Me This Year." I just deleted it all, and it feels liberating. However, I did enjoy putting together a playlist of songs from the movies listed below, and, if you have the time, I think it actually serves as a pretty good mixtape for 2014. Happy new year, everyone.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="380" src="https://embed.spotify.com/?uri=spotify:user:128507063:playlist:2T8AZ5cBQL54PdmHFfshlS" width="300"></iframe> <br />My top ten:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pT0wIvP6EU/VMwqPwmiQXI/AAAAAAAACM8/PxyzaUVjm1A/s1600/undertheskin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pT0wIvP6EU/VMwqPwmiQXI/AAAAAAAACM8/PxyzaUVjm1A/s1600/undertheskin.jpg" height="225" width="400" /></a><br /><br />1. <i>Under the Skin</i><br />2. <i>Inherent Vice&nbsp;</i><br />3. <i>The Babadook</i><br />4. <i>Selma</i><br />5. <i>Only Lovers Left Alive&nbsp;</i><br />6. <i>The Grand Budapest Hotel</i><br />7. <i>Blue Ruin</i><br />8. <i>Boyhood&nbsp;</i><br />9. <i>Love is Strange&nbsp;</i><br />10. <i>Birdman</i><br /><br />The rest of my <a href="http://murielcommunity.blogspot.com/">Muriels</a> ballot:<br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tAxhD1rcvY/VMwqNlQbYlI/AAAAAAAACMI/Hae1zXa_jTg/s1600/birdman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tAxhD1rcvY/VMwqNlQbYlI/AAAAAAAACMI/Hae1zXa_jTg/s1600/birdman.jpg" height="265" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Best Lead Performance, Male<br /><br /></span><br /><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">1. Michael Keaton, </span><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Birdman</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. David Oyelowo,<i> Selma</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">3. Joaquin Phoenix,<i> Inherent Vice</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4. Ralph Fiennes, <i>The Grand Budapest Hotel</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">5. Macon Blair, </span><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">Blue Ruin</i><br /><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzXN1Omfs5M/VMwqNYNxb_I/AAAAAAAACL0/M5D2nYzjK2I/s1600/babadook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzXN1Omfs5M/VMwqNYNxb_I/AAAAAAAACL0/M5D2nYzjK2I/s1600/babadook.jpg" height="212" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Best Lead Performance, Female</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">1. Scarlett Johansson, <i>Under the Skin</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>2. Essie Davis, <i>The Babadook</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">3. Marion Cotillard, <i>The Immigrant</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4. Rosamund Pike, <i>Gone Girl</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">5. Jenny Slate, </span><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">Obvious Child</i><br /><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mlK3Rt6-BoE/VMwqOJ-6qlI/AAAAAAAACMM/KTQLMEBq2Xg/s1600/brolin-in-inherent-vice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mlK3Rt6-BoE/VMwqOJ-6qlI/AAAAAAAACMM/KTQLMEBq2Xg/s1600/brolin-in-inherent-vice.jpg" height="208" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Best Supporting Performance, Male</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">1. <b>Josh Brolin, <i>Inherent Vice</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. Ethan Hawke, <i>Boyhood</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">3. Patrick D'Assumçao, <i>Stranger by the Lake</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4. Tyler Perry, <i>Gone Girl</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">5. Jonathan Pryce, </span><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">Listen Up Philip</i><br /><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XChAK6dGMKo/VMwqP8ZNc4I/AAAAAAAACMw/cW0COGaZmpk/s1600/snowpiercer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XChAK6dGMKo/VMwqP8ZNc4I/AAAAAAAACMw/cW0COGaZmpk/s1600/snowpiercer.jpg" height="176" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Best Supporting Performance, Female</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">1. <b>Tilda Swinton,<i> Snowpiercer</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. Patricia Arquette, <i>Boyhood</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">3. Carrie Coon, <i>Gone Girl</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4. Emma Stone, <i>Birdman</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">5. Emily Blunt, </span><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">Into the Woods</i><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYMGylcwym0/VMwqOk1OKdI/AAAAAAAACMc/_cdVf9ayHX4/s1600/duvernay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYMGylcwym0/VMwqOk1OKdI/AAAAAAAACMc/_cdVf9ayHX4/s1600/duvernay.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />Best Direction</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />1. Jonathan Glazer, <i>Under the Skin</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. Paul Thomas Anderson,<i> Inherent Vice</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">3. Jennifer Kent, <i>The Babadook</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>4. Ava DuVernay,<i> Selma</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">5. Jim Jarmusch, <i>Only Lovers Left Alive</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /><o:p></o:p></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ANCcADrE9M/VMwqM_WtVcI/AAAAAAAACLs/tiZyl7gLkoY/s1600/GrandBudapestHotel.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ANCcADrE9M/VMwqM_WtVcI/AAAAAAAACLs/tiZyl7gLkoY/s1600/GrandBudapestHotel.png" height="307" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Best Screenplay<br /><br /><b>1. Wes Anderson,&nbsp;<i>The Grand Budapest Hotel</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. Paul Thomas Anderson, <i>Inherent Vice</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">3. Jennifer Kent, <i>The Babadook</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4. Ira Sachs and Mauricio Zacharias, <i>Love is Strange</i></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">5. Gillian Flynn, </span><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">Gone Girl</i><br /><i style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7hkAhhTXEw/VMwqPVZK1ZI/AAAAAAAACMo/1yhQ7exiNkQ/s1600/mr-turner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7hkAhhTXEw/VMwqPVZK1ZI/AAAAAAAACMo/1yhQ7exiNkQ/s1600/mr-turner.jpg" height="165" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span class="yshortcuts">Best Cinematography</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />1. Robert Elswit, <i>Inherent Vice</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>2. Dick Pope, <i>Mr. Turner</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">3. Darius Khondji, <i>The Immigrant</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4. Emmanuel Lubezki, <i>Birdman</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">5. Bradford Young,<i> Selma</i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wcmfp_Zogs0/VMwqMs1iozI/AAAAAAAACLo/QoO4Sp4hzFE/s1600/Boyhood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wcmfp_Zogs0/VMwqMs1iozI/AAAAAAAACLo/QoO4Sp4hzFE/s1600/Boyhood.jpg" height="231" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Best Editing&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>1. Sandra Adair, <i>Boyhood</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. Kirk Baxter, <i>Gone Girl</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">3. Barney Pilling, <i>The Grand Budapest Hotel</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4. Leslie Jones,<i> Inherent Vice</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">5. Simon Njoo, <i>The Babadook</i><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E6s36HdRq5o/VMwqMltV1AI/AAAAAAAACLw/SvG0o_lo3iY/s1600/Interstellar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E6s36HdRq5o/VMwqMltV1AI/AAAAAAAACLw/SvG0o_lo3iY/s1600/Interstellar.jpg" height="225" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />Best Music<br /><br />1. Mica Levi, <i>Under the Skin</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. Antonio Sanchez, <i>Birdman</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>3. Hans Zimmer,<i> Interstellar</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4. Jonny Greenwood,<i> Inherent Vice</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">5. Josef van Wissem, Carter Logan, Jim Jarmusch and Shane Stoneback, <i>Only Lovers Left Alive</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNInNc9ubMM/VMwqO2rQivI/AAAAAAAACMg/tLYOnnE_Mmw/s1600/lifeitself.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNInNc9ubMM/VMwqO2rQivI/AAAAAAAACMg/tLYOnnE_Mmw/s1600/lifeitself.jpg" height="245" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Best Documentary&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>1. <i>Life Itself</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. <i>The Last of the Unjust</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">3. <i>Citizenfour</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYLABvN_NM0/VMwqPzWk6fI/AAAAAAAACNA/gjVzYpFQp28/s1600/only-lovers-left-alive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYLABvN_NM0/VMwqPzWk6fI/AAAAAAAACNA/gjVzYpFQp28/s1600/only-lovers-left-alive.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />Best Cinematic Moment&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /><b>1. “Trapped By a Thing Called Love,” <i>Only Lovers Left Alive</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. Flying, <i>Birdman</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">3. “Journey Through the Past,” <i>Inherent Vice</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4. Opening sequence, <i>Under the Skin</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">5. Final shot, <i>The Immigrant</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">6. Godzilla’s first appearance, <i>Godzilla</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">7. School car, <i>Snowpiercer</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">8. “I feel everything,” <i>Lucy</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">9. Creation story, <i>Noah</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">10. “Escape (The Pina Colada Song),” <i>Guardians of the Galaxy </i><br /><br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /><o:p></o:p></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d44BgxoBEU0/VMwqN1z-qtI/AAAAAAAACMU/2KeY3w-tsGc/s1600/blue-ruin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d44BgxoBEU0/VMwqN1z-qtI/AAAAAAAACMU/2KeY3w-tsGc/s1600/blue-ruin.jpg" height="225" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Best Cinematic Breakthrough&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />1. Jennifer Kent, <i>The Babadook</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. Ava DuVernay, <i>Selma</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>3. Jeremy Saulnier,<i> Blue Ruin</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4. Ana Lily Amirpour, <i>A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">5. Gillian Robespierre, <i>Obvious Child</i><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3cfujiFgWk/VMwqPHiP3VI/AAAAAAAACMk/GohBSdy2ga8/s1600/lucy-scarlett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3cfujiFgWk/VMwqPHiP3VI/AAAAAAAACMk/GohBSdy2ga8/s1600/lucy-scarlett.jpg" height="225" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />Best <span class="yshortcuts">Body of Work</span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /><b>1. Scarlett Johansson </b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. Tilda Swinton <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">3. Joaquin Phoenix<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4. Emily Blunt</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;">5. Jake Gyllenhaal</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7jDdMD--mYA/VMwqNWgDPvI/AAAAAAAACMA/b6qr5k9LbUg/s1600/Love-is-Strange.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7jDdMD--mYA/VMwqNWgDPvI/AAAAAAAACMA/b6qr5k9LbUg/s1600/Love-is-Strange.JPG" height="218" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />Best Ensemble Performance&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />1. <i>Selma</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">2. <i>Inherent Vice</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>3.<i>Love is Strange</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12pt;">4. <i>Birdman</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">5. <i>We Are the Best!</i><br />http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2015/01/top-10-2014.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-144628113248521878Fri, 23 Jan 2015 15:48:00 +00002015-01-23T10:48:55.921-05:00Top 10: 2004<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3F9gy4KuV4/VMJtTVQPuPI/AAAAAAAACLQ/22jfcoaaIaI/s1600/killbillvol2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3F9gy4KuV4/VMJtTVQPuPI/AAAAAAAACLQ/22jfcoaaIaI/s1600/killbillvol2.jpg" height="171" width="400" /></a></div><br />1. Kill Bill vol. 2 (Tarantino)<br />2. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (Gondry)<br />3. Sideways (Payne)<br />4. Birth (Glazer)<br />5. Spider-Man 2 (Raimi)<br />6. Shaun of the Dead (Wright)<br />7. Before Sunset (Linklater)<br />8. The Incredibles (Bird)<br />9. The Aviator (Scorsese)<br />10. Million Dollar Baby (Eastwood)http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2015/01/top-10-2004.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-2265096256822606378Fri, 16 Jan 2015 16:14:00 +00002015-01-16T11:14:47.863-05:00Top 10: 1994<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bApBs5H47QY/VLk4xz73fiI/AAAAAAAACLA/pe4tvvwtGug/s1600/edwood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bApBs5H47QY/VLk4xz73fiI/AAAAAAAACLA/pe4tvvwtGug/s1600/edwood.jpg" height="256" width="400" /></a></div><br />1. Ed Wood (Burton)<br />2. Heavenly Creatures (Jackson)<br />3. Pulp Fiction (Tarantino)<br />4. Chungking Express (Wong)<br />5. Hoop Dreams (James)<br />6. Red (Kieslowski)<br />7. Natural Born Killers (Stone)<br />8. Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle (Rudolph)<br />9. Little Women (Armstrong)<br />10. The Hudsucker Proxy (Coen)<br /><br />http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2015/01/top-10-1994.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-8752370055809208943Fri, 09 Jan 2015 16:35:00 +00002015-01-09T11:35:44.476-05:00Top 10: 1984<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKY2S92tfQw/VLAChalrrgI/AAAAAAAACKs/C90QdXMcqZA/s1600/ouatia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKY2S92tfQw/VLAChalrrgI/AAAAAAAACKs/C90QdXMcqZA/s1600/ouatia.jpg" height="225" width="400" /></a></div><br />1. Once Upon a Time in America (Leone)<br />2. Amadeus (Forman)<br />3. The Terminator (Cameron)<br />4. A Nightmare on Elm Street (Craven)<br />5. This is Spinal Tap (Reiner)<br />6. Paris, Texas (Wenders)<br />7. Gremlins (Dante)<br />8. Ghostbusters (Reitman)<br />9. Stop Making Sense (Demme)<br />10. Repo Man (Cox)http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2015/01/top-10-1984.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-1521194372720268467Fri, 02 Jan 2015 15:39:00 +00002015-01-02T10:39:41.765-05:00Top 10: 1974<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dq-zXO_jeBA/VKa7rOG8lGI/AAAAAAAACKc/vT8LgihrOV4/s1600/Conversation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dq-zXO_jeBA/VKa7rOG8lGI/AAAAAAAACKc/vT8LgihrOV4/s1600/Conversation.jpg" height="226" width="400" /></a></div><br />1. The Conversation (Coppola)<br />2. Chinatown (Polanski)<br />3. The Godfather Part II (Coppola)<br />4. Phantom of the Paradise (De Palma)<br />5. The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (Hooper)<br />6. A Woman Under the Influence (Cassavetes)<br />7. Celine and Julie Go Boating (Rivette)<br />8. Young Frankenstein (Brooks)<br />9. Arabian Nights (Pasolini)<br />10. Black Christmas (Clark)http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2015/01/top-10-1974.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-32525858930251653Fri, 31 Oct 2014 13:42:00 +00002014-10-31T09:42:48.684-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 30 - Braindead (aka Dead Alive)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPee48PxpR8/VFORor-QlpI/AAAAAAAACKM/i0HZrJ8drWY/s1600/dead-alive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qPee48PxpR8/VFORor-QlpI/AAAAAAAACKM/i0HZrJ8drWY/s1600/dead-alive.jpg" height="257" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#1 - 21 Votes</b></div><br />The surprise (to me, anyway) victory of <i>Braindead</i>&nbsp;- re-titled <i>Dead Alive</i>&nbsp;in North America -&nbsp;in this poll must be at least partly attributable to the enduring popularity of zombies. The walking dead were in a bit of a lull during the decade - other than the screenplay for the <i>Night of the Living Dead</i>&nbsp;remake, George A. Romero took a break from zombies, and besides <i>Cemetery Man</i>, the list of other notable zombie movies is pretty short (only <i>Return of the Living Dead 3</i>&nbsp;and the comedy <i>My Boyfriend's Back </i>come to mind). When <i>Braindead </i>was released in the U.S. in 1993, trends in horror movies were making a distinct turn away from the fantastic in favor of serial killers and sci-fi horror, which helped the film stand out in a crowded genre. And director Peter Jackson's take on the undead is nothing if not fantastic; in a little over an hour and a half, Jackson manages to put his rapidly rotting supporting cast through just about every puerile, gory gag one could think of, and even manages to invent a few new ones. Even if you're not a fan of constant, stomach-turning violence, you can't help admiring his showmanship.<br /><br />As Stephen King put it in his book <i>Danse Macabre</i>, Jackson goes directly for the gross-out here. His first two features, the practically homemade <i>Bad Taste </i>and the slightly more polished <i>Meet the Feebles</i>, were gleefully tasteless, with content as crude as his filmmaking often was. <i>Braindead </i>was a big step forward for the filmmaker - the direction and performances are more assured from the start, and his screenplay (co-written with his partner Fran Walsh and Stephen Sinclair) is impressively nuanced, which isn't something one can always say about a movie where a lady's ear lands in a bowl of custard. When nebbishy mama's boy Lionel's (Timothy Balme) mum Vera (Elizabeth Moody) is infected by the bite of a Sumatran rat monkey, he continues caring for her after she's taken to eating dogs and tearing peoples' heads off, which threatens to put a stop to his budding romance with shop girl Paquita (Diana Peñalver). It's a story that would work as a romantic comedy with an Oedipal conflict even before you add in the dog eating and decapitations.<br /><br />It's a big step forward, too, in terms of the effects Jackson, who cooked the makeup appliances for <i>Bad Taste</i>&nbsp;in his parents' oven, was able to work with a team of makeup artists, including Bob McCarron, who'd worked on <i>The Road Warrior </i>and <i>Razorback</i>. The effects are the star here, as Jackson and his team let their imaginations run wild; <i>Braindead</i>'s zombies' individual parts keep on ticking even after they've been removed from the rest of the body, which allows for flying limbs, bisected heads with eyes that continue to see, and a large intestine that becomes a sort of character of its own towards the end. The showstopper is the climactic scene where Lionel mows down dozens of zombies with his lawnmower; the scene used 300 gallons of fake blood, and the movie in general reportedly used more fake blood than any other, though I'm not sure if there's any way to be sure (does every horror movie crew keep a count?). The movie would be unwatchable if it weren't for the peculiarly cheerful, cartoonish approach Jackson takes - the gore here isn't too far, in spirit, from my six-year-old's bloody drawings of zombies and monsters biting off peoples' heads, and the movie's grisly sight gags and physical comedy owe as much to Chuck Jones as they do to Sam Raimi. <i>Braindead</i>'s best and funniest scene, Lionel's trip to the park with a zombie baby, wouldn't seem out of place in an episode of <i>Monty Python's Flying Circus</i>, and I love that the scene was thought up on the fly when Jackson and his crew wrapped early and had an extra day left in the shooting schedule.<br /><br />Of course, the scene where a priest discovers zombies outside his church and reveals himself to be a kung fu master is another favorite, and for good reason - we're given no advance context for the priest's martial arts abilities, which only makes it funnier, and the line "I kick ass for the Lord" is just perfect. But the scene also points towards the influence <i>Braindead</i>, like the <i>Evil Dead</i>&nbsp;movies, had on lesser imitators. We've been inundated in recent years with countless low-rent zombie movies - <i>Zombie Strippers</i>, <i>Ninjas vs. Zombies</i>, <i>Zombeavers</i>&nbsp;- where the filmmakers combined blood and guts with some sort of obvious juxtaposition between zombies and strippers, ninjas, beavers or whatever they thought of after fifteen seconds of effort. There are enough of these movies that, presumably, stoners browsing Netflix are enough to keep them in the black. <i>Shaun of the Dead </i>was one of the few movies to take the right lesson from <i>Braindead</i>, creating a grounded story with relatable characters, then seeing how introducing zombies into the movie shakes up the relationships and personal conflicts the movie has already established. While there have been plenty of solid horror movies in recent years, the glut of half-assed horror-comedies makes one wish that Jackson - who followed up <i>Braindead </i>with the drama <i>Heavenly Creatures</i>, still his best movie, starting him on the path towards Oscars and billion-dollar grosses - might be inclined to make a movie that nods to his roots, as Sam Raimi did with <i>Drag Me to Hell</i>, now that he's finally done with Middle Earth (one can hope). Either way, <i>Dead Alive </i>is as fun as it was two decades ago, and the perfect way to end the '90s Horror Poll - thanks again to everyone who submitted a list, and especially to my contributors, Alex Jackson and Christopher Fujino. Happy Halloween!<br /><br /><b>U.S. Release Date: February 12, 1993 (Also released that day: <i>Groundhog Day</i>, <i>Untamed Heart</i>, <i>The Temp</i>, <i>Love Field</i>, <i>Strictly Ballroom</i>)</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>What critics said at the time:</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Because all of this looks blatantly unreal, and because the timing of the shock effects is so haphazard, 'Dead Alive' isn't especially scary or repulsive. Nor is it very funny. Long before it's over, the half-hour-plus bloodbath that is the climax of the film has become an interminable bore." - Stephen Holden, <i>New York Times</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Jackson, obviously aware of the cliché-ridden dangers of 'horror comedies,' chucks convention and good taste out the window and goes for the gusto (or is that 'gutso'?) with uncanny results. The film moves from gag to gore to gag again like a rocket from the crypt and never lets up - just when you think you've seen the worst, Jackson tops himself and there you are squirming in your seat again (and loving every minute of it). Sick. Perverse. Brilliant." - Marc Savlov, <i>Austin Chronicle</i><br /><i><br /></i></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="252" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/O8LIug1cP04" width="448"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-30-braindead-aka.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-7439474129313108525Thu, 30 Oct 2014 13:58:00 +00002014-10-30T09:58:29.898-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 29 - Scream<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3tcUvTPlpo/VFJDtFYrE9I/AAAAAAAACJ8/HCcgu_QVF-0/s1600/Scream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3tcUvTPlpo/VFJDtFYrE9I/AAAAAAAACJ8/HCcgu_QVF-0/s1600/Scream.jpg" height="170" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#2 (Tie) - 15 Votes</b></div><div><br /></div>It's hard to explain what the initial impact of <i>Scream </i>was like to people who were too young to see it when it was released (back then, popcorn cost a dime, we had to walk five miles through the snow to get to the nickelodeon, and so forth). Released with little fanfare during the holiday season alongside several higher-profile movies, the movie's opening weekend was small, and while the reviews were generally positive, nobody was predicting it would be the start of a blockbuster franchise. A few TV spots and a review in the <i>Boston Globe</i>&nbsp;comparing the movie to <i>Halloween</i>&nbsp;had me intrigued, so I convinced my older brother to take us. The audience was far from packed, but as the movie began, we were almost immediately on the edge of our seats. There are always anecdotal stories about audiences screaming and talking back to the screen at horror movies, but <i>Scream </i>was one of the few times I personally experienced anything like that.<br /><div><br /></div><div>The famous opening sequence is so crucial to the success of the rest of the movie because it raises the stakes to such a severe degree that, no matter how jokey and self-referential the movie gets, the gruesome image of a disemboweled Drew Barrymore hanging from a tree lingers in our recent memories. The opening introduces the premise of horror movie victims (and killers) who are well versed in horror movie tropes, but though the killer name-drops Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees, there's no sense of ironic detachment in how Craven stages the stalking and murder of Barrymore's character, Casey. From the cold open on Casey answering the phone, the way Craven constructs the sequence is not quite like anything we'd seen from him before; he was always a very intelligent filmmaker, but never quite as stylistically precise. Much of this was likely built into Kevin Williamson's script, with doorbells, Jiffy Pop and the ringing of Casey's phone punctuating the scene and keeping us on edge. But the scene might be Craven's strongest work as a director; as the killer flirts with, then taunts and eventually chases after Casey, the eerily smooth Steadicam shots tracking her around and outside the house do a fantastic job of tightening the screws. And between Barrymore's excellent, visibly shaken performance and the great, tragic moment where Casey's parents arrive moments too late, it's the rare slasher movie scene with pathos and a palpable sense of loss.</div><div><br /></div><div>The tone of the rest of the movie is considerably lighter; with the brutal opening sequence hanging over everything, it doesn't have to get as grisly to keep us on edge. The premise is well-known by now, and <i>Scream </i>was far from the first horror movie to feature cinema-literate characters and call attention to itself as a movie. What made it feel fresh was not just that the teenagers in the movie had seen scary movies, but that they had a very '90s, very teenage sense of irony and cynicism. When movie geek Randy is lecturing a room full of people with the rules to survive a scary movie, it doesn't matter that the rules immediately remind of a long list of exceptions (Jamie Lee Curtis doesn't have sex in <i>Halloween</i>, but she does smoke a joint while listening to Blue Oyster Cult). What matters is that this media-literate smartass thinks that being able to identify horror<span style="font-family: inherit;">&nbsp;<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; line-height: 20.22222328186035px;">cliché</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20.22222328186035px;">&nbsp;</span>somehow protects him from real-life horror (it doesn't). Underneath the clever pop culture references, the darker existential irony of <i>Scream </i>is that these characters can know they're victims and joke about it, but most of them are still going to die. While some aspects of the movie are distinctly of their time (remember when Skeet Ulrich was a thing?), it's that funny/queasy central joke that makes the movie hold up today.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Scream </i>was released by Dimension films, the genre-based division of Miramax, whose founders, Bob and Harvey Weinstein, had produced <i>The Burning</i>, one of the first wave of slashers, fifteen years earlier. Dimension was their attempt to mimic the success New Line had seen with the <i>Nightmare on Elm Street </i>series, which mostly resulted in crappy sequels to <i>Hellraiser</i>&nbsp;and <i>Children of the Corn</i>. <i>Scream </i>was Dimension's first big success, and it led to a brief period when Kevin Williamson was a mini-industry, as well as a slew of <i>Scream-</i>influenced self-referential horror movies with casts handpicked from the WB. In the three years after <i>Scream'</i>s release, <i>Scream 2</i>, <i>I Know What You Did Last Summer</i>, <i>I Still Know What You Did Last Summer</i>, <i>The Faculty</i>, <i>Halloween H20</i>, <i>Disturbing Behavior</i>,&nbsp;<i>Urban Legend </i>and <i>Teaching Mrs. Tingle </i>were all made from the template of Craven's movie with varying degrees of shamelessness. To trace <i>Scream</i>'s influence, do an image search on any of these movies and you'll see they all have the same poster - a glossy shot with the star in the center, flanked on both sides by the other young, photogenic members of the cast. Still, as easy as it is to begrudge <i>Scream</i>&nbsp;for its influence, it really was a breath of fresh air for a genre that had grown very stale in 1996. Also, anyone who knows Wes Craven's body of work had to take some perverse enjoyment out of the fact that the director of <i>Last House on the Left </i>made a blockbuster that was beloved by 12-year-old girls.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div><b>U.S. Release Date: December 20, 1996 (Also released that day: <i>Beavis and Butt-Head Do America</i>, <i>One Fine Day</i>, <i>My Fellow Americans</i>, <i>Ghosts of Mississippi</i>, <i>Marvin's Room</i>, <i>The Whole Wide World</i>, <i>In Love and War</i>)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>What critics said at the time:</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">"Director Wes Craven is on familiar turf with his latest thriller, 'Scream.' The setting is a small town, the protagonists are teens, and there’s a psychotic killer on the prowl. But he may have gone to the trough once too often, attempting an uneasy balance of genre convention and sophisticated parody. The pic’s chills are top-notch, but its underlying mockish tone won’t please die-hard fans. That adds up to no more than modest commercial returns and fast theatrical playoff." - Leonard Klady, <i>Variety</i></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">" [...] Craven and Williamson turn 'Scream' into a self-reflexive romp that owes as much to the experimental fiction of Borges and Calvino as the seminal work of John Carpenter ('Halloween') and Sean S. Cunningham ('Friday the 13th'). With Courteney Cox as a tabloid TV reporter, David Arquette as the town's bumbling deputy and Drew Barrymore as a special guest victim, 'Scream' builds to a splattering finale that should leave genre fans highly satisfied. Here's to one of the year's better thrillers, just in time for Christmas." - Dave Kehr, <i>New York Daily News</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="283" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/omquxJs8XPg" width="376"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-29-scream.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-1685658712068686005Wed, 29 Oct 2014 15:20:00 +00002014-10-29T11:20:02.323-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 28 - The Silence of the Lambs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnBGToJv7r4/VFEFI3KJt5I/AAAAAAAACJs/Db0meF9YokA/s1600/silence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TnBGToJv7r4/VFEFI3KJt5I/AAAAAAAACJs/Db0meF9YokA/s1600/silence.jpg" height="225" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#2 (Tie) - 15 Votes</b></div><br />Few films hook me from the beginning the way <i>The Silence of the Lambs</i>&nbsp;does. The opening notes of Howard Shore's haunting score, which would fit a fantasy movie as well as a horror movie, over the Orion logo, give way to the first shots of the movie's heroine, Clarice Starling, making her way through a daunting obstacle course at Quantico. This introduction was Jodie Foster's idea - originally, the movie was to open with Clarice on a dangerous mission that is revealed to be a training simulation. Foster wanted to do the movie because she saw Clarice's story as the rare female version of the archetypal hero's journey in film, a woman who saves women, and we meet her as she's preparing for the journey the movie will send her on though she doesn't know it yet). It'soften easy to look too hard for symbolism in a film, but the way that cinematographer Tak Fujimoto shoots the forest path as murky and foreboding while emphasizing Clarice's strength and tenacity can't help but serve as foreshadowing for two things about the movie we're about to see: that, like the archetypal hero, Clarice is going to be sent into the dark wilderness to defeat a monster, and that she's more than up to the task.<br /><br />While the things everyone remembers first about <i>The Silence of the Lambs</i>&nbsp;are the quotable lines from the story's two murderers - fava beans, lotion in the basket, Chianti, great big fat person, etc. - it's Clarice's journey that provides the movie with its narrative backbone and much of its emotional resonance, and director Jonathan Demme proved to be the perfect person to bring that story to the screen. Demme seemed like an unlikely choice at the time, as there was little in his filmography of quirky, humanistic comedies to suggest he could tackle such dark material. The one hint that he might have it in him was the second half of <i>Something Wild, </i>a New Wave version of a screwball romantic comedy that, with the introduction of the character of Ray (Ray Liotta), the obsessed ex-husband of Lulu (Melanie Griffith), takes a sharp left turn into violent thriller territory, a very jarring tonal shift that the director was able to pull off.<br /><br />Demme's ability to create a very direct sense of audience identification with his characters works brilliantly in <i>The Silence of the Lambs</i>, particularly in emphasizing Clarice's sense of other-ness as a female trainee trying to catch a killer in a male-dominated field. It's a theme that dominates the movie, even though it almost never comes up in dialogue; it doesn't have to, thanks to Demme's so-simple-it's-brilliant manipulation of our perspective. We adopt Clarice's point of view when she walks into a funeral home filled with local cops and all eyes are on her, or when a nerdy entomologist hits on her (she handles both situations like a total badass, incidentally). Demme finds the perfect balance here, encouraging us to empathize with Clarice and understand the ever-present specter of the male gaze without being too on the nose about it (okay, maybe the smarmy Dr. Chilton is on the nose, but he's hilarious).<br /><br />The director makes choices like this throughout the movie that would be too obvious if they weren't so perfect - take, for instance, the introduction of Buffalo Bill's future captive, Catherine Martin (Brooke Smith), as she's singing along to Tom Petty's "American Girl" in her car. In ten seconds, you know exactly who this character is. And the movie is pretty much a master course in shot composition and editing. This is most obvious in the scenes between Clarice and Dr. Lecter, which depend on us believing that our hero and a psychopathic cannibal (albeit a very charming and polite cannibal with exquisite taste) develop an intimate relationship for the rest of the film to work, and with the added visual barrier of a constant wall between them (first glass, then a literal cage). Demme is forced to cover the scenes with a shot/reverse shot pattern, which doesn't lend itself to visual fireworks; however, the next time you watch the movie, pay attention to how each cut, each time the camera pushes in closer on Foster or Anthony Hopkins, is perfectly motivated the dialogue and the emotional through-line of the scene, and how any sense of a barrier, literal or otherwise, between the two actors is completely erased. It's incredible work, and the movie is one of those rare ones that could double as a textbook on how to make a movie; when I was making my first movie, I was surprised to find that it was Demme, more than any other filmmaker, that I turned to for inspiration when I was stuck on how to shoot a scene.<br /><br />Demme's work here was strong enough to help earn Anthony Hopkins win the Oscar, even though he's onscreen for less than half hour -his performance looms over the rest of the movie even when Dr. Lecter is elsewhere. Some people consider Hopkins' performance hammy and over the top; these people will inevitably bring up either Mads Mikkelsen (he's terrific, but it's apples and oranges) or, if they're hardcore nerds, Brian Cox (I like <i>Manhunter </i>too, but come on) as the superior Hannibal. And it's true that Hopkins goes big, especially in Hannibal's early scenes, but it's important to remember where the character is at this point in the story. In <i>Hannibal</i>&nbsp;(the show, not Ridley Scott's endearingly silly movie), he's a monster in hiding, and in <i>Manhunter</i>, we only see him interacting with the protagonist who caught him, prison guards and a secretary he's trying to get information from over the phone. When the fava beans scene arrives in <i>The Silence of the Lambs</i>, Ted Tally's screenplay has already cannily used supporting characters to describe the horrible crimes he's committed, stoking our sense of anticipatory dread. When Clarice first sees Hannibal, he's standing still and at attention, waiting for her (Hopkins' idea, and a good one). So all the business with fava beans and "pft-ft-ft-ft-ft" and what have you, as big as it is, works because it's Hannibal that's deliberately being theatrical in order to screw with this "hustling rube with a little taste."<br /><br />As he starts to care about her and wants to help her succeed, Hopkins mostly drops the theatrics, and it's here that we can see why Demme was inspired by Hopkins' performance as the good Dr. Treves in <i>The Elephant Man </i>to cast him here. You can hear a little of the doctor with the patient determination to teach John Merrick to speak in this monster with a brilliant mind who genuinely wants to help Clarice catch another monster and conquer her own demons. Thomas Harris' next book made Hannibal's affection for Clarice explicitly romantic, and that's left open as a possibility in <i>The Silence of the Lambs</i>. However, I prefer to think of him as a dark counterpart to the father figure of Jack Crawford; this is as good a place as any to mention, too, that Scott Glenn, who is often left out of conversations about the movie, is just as good as his two co-stars in a much less show-y role. He plays Crawford perfectly so that you don't know how, on the first viewing, whether he's really trying to be a mentor to Clarice or just exploiting her to get information from Lecter, until that great moment, during the late-film fake-out, when he realizes he's put Clarice in real danger.<br /><br />In the first three books featuring Lecter, Harris makes the story's progressively more repulsive and devoid of Lecter's humor and charisma, making Lecter seem much more, er, palatable by comparison. <i>Red Dragon</i>'s Francis Dolarhyde was at least pitiable, but while we have to assume that Jame Gumb was created out of some kind of hellish upbringing, we're never privy to it; we meet him as a horribly, irreparably broken person. There were protests and complaints from the LGBTQ community, at the time, that Buffalo Bill perpetuated stereotypes of crazy, dangerous transsexuals, and it's a fair point to bring up. However, even if one shrugs off Lecter explicitly stating that Buffalo Bill isn't really a transsexual as a quick bit of ass-covering on the part of the filmmakers, it's pretty clear from one look around his house, where swastikas rest next to feather boas and Polaroids of Jame with strippers, that this guy is confused in ways far beyond his gender identity (and while it's a&nbsp;<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">cliché to commend a "brave performance," Ted Levine's work here earns it). Also, Lecter and Clarice might not be straight either; after hearing Keith Uhlich suggest that this might be the case, I have to say that there's at least a possibility that Kasi Lemmons' character, Ardelia, is more than Clarice's buddy and roommate.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #252525;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;">In any case, the final descent into Buffalo Bill's lair is the perfect climax to Clarice's journey, in addition to being intensely frightening. Some have dismissed <i>The Silence of the Lambs</i>&nbsp;as a tasteful, A-list gloss on rape-revenge cycles that had been present in horror and exploitation movies for years. That's not untrue, but who cares, and besides, as much as I love even the most crudely made '80s slasher movie, <i>The Silence of the Lambs</i>&nbsp;is so much better crafted than 90 percent of horror movies that it seems weird to me to essentially criticize it for being above average. And it's not like Demme shies away from the gruesome aspects of the story - it's still remarkable that a movie with a severed head, decaying corpses, a disemboweling and Ted Levine tucking his sack back won Best Picture. By the time Clarice is in Bill's dark basement, the camera taking his POV through his night vision goggles, it's the most terrifying scene of its kind since <i>Wait Until Dark; </i>then our hero slays the monster and begins her return from the wilderness, permanently changed for better or worse. It's a perfect ending - empowering in a genre that, admittedly, rarely has that effect for women - in a movie that never hits a false note, and while the final two movies I'll be writing about are both great, <i>The Silence of the Lambs </i>is easily my choice for the best horror movie of the decade.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #252525;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #252525;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;"><b>U.S. Release Date: February 15, 1991 (Also released that day: <i>King Ralph</i>, <i>Nothing But Trouble</i>, <i>Iron and Silk</i>)</b></span></span><br /><span style="color: #252525;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;"><b><br /></b></span></span><span style="color: #252525;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;"><b>What critics said at the time:</b></span></span><br /><span style="color: #252525;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;"><b><br /></b></span></span><br /><div style="background-color: #fbfcfc; border: 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;">"Dr. Lecter is no Boy Scout by comparison; he likes to eat the body parts of his victims. And right now you are probably thinking, "Maybe I'll go see "Home Alone" again.' Smart move. Or you could take a chance and screen on home video 'Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer,' which was a fascinating, illuminating, deadpan portrait of the same lethal subject. Instead, director Demme superheats 'The Silence of the Lambs' to the point of silliness, in terms of both gross behavior and a pulsating soundtrack. The conclusion of the film is nothing more than a grisly version of every mad-slasher picture you've ever missed. Jodie's in trouble. Shoot, Jodie, shoot." - Gene Siskel, <i>Chicago Tribune</i></div><div style="background-color: #fbfcfc; border: 0px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"<span style="background-color: white; color: #4c4c4c; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;">If the movie were not so well made, indeed, it would be ludicrous. Material like this invites filmmakers to take chances and punishes them mercilessly when they fail. That's especially true when the movie is based on best-selling material a lot of people are familiar with. [...] The director, Jonathan Demme,&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c4c4c; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;">is no doubt aware of the hazards but does not hesitate to take chances. His first scene with Hopkins could have gone over the top, and in the hands of a lesser actor almost certainly would have. But Hopkins is in the great British tradition of actors who internalize instead of overacting, and his Hannibal Lecter has certain endearing parallels with his famous London stage performance in 'Pravda,' where he played a press baron not unlike Rupert Murdoch. There are moments when Hopkins, as Lecter, goes berserk, but Demme wisely lets a little of this go a long way, so that the lasting impression is of his evil intelligence." - Roger Ebert, <i>Chicago Sun-Times</i></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c4c4c; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="252" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/W6Mm8Sbe__o" width="448"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-28-silence-of-lambs.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-6665541227641958111Tue, 28 Oct 2014 16:00:00 +00002014-10-28T12:00:49.485-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 27 - The Blair Witch Project<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gMwmcWUltCs/VE-9CAIB9QI/AAAAAAAACJc/0as2ndAUTCs/s1600/blair-witch-project.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gMwmcWUltCs/VE-9CAIB9QI/AAAAAAAACJc/0as2ndAUTCs/s1600/blair-witch-project.jpg" height="257" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#3 - 13 Votes</b></div><br />There are few movies as good as <i>The Blair Witch Project</i>&nbsp;that are fully or partly responsible for inspiring so many bad movies and pop cultural ephemera, and I'm not just talking about <i>Book of Shadows: Blair Witch 2</i>. While I remembered the movie's very effective internet campaign and Sci-Fi Channel special that hyped the movie as the real thing, the film's Wikipedia page reminded me of the books, comics, PC games, and worst of all, the tie-in soundtrack "Josh's Blair Witch Mix" (featuring no songs from the mostly song-free movie) that cropped up in the months after the movie became an unexpected blockbuster. And while there were movies like <i>Cannibal Holocaust </i>and <i>Man Bites Dog</i>&nbsp;that used the found footage format before <i>Blair Witch</i>, without it, there would be no <i>Paranormal Activity</i>, so it's also indirectly responsible for the popularity of a horror subgenre made up almost entirely of movies that don't merit a second viewing.<br /><br />So why does <i>The Blair Witch Project</i>&nbsp;hold up when almost all of the found footage movies that follow it don't? A lot of people would say it doesn't - for many, the title evokes memories of the promise of a real, documentary account of the disappearance of three students, followed by the reality of a movie that relies almost entirely on the imagination to work, which translates to three annoying a-holes yelling at each other in the woods for 80 minutes, followed by an incomprehensible ending.* Admittedly, while I still admire the movie greatly, it's not one I'm likely to return to every Halloween; I rewatched it for this poll because I hadn't seen it in close to a decade, and it helps that I'd forgotten about most of the details my fellow geeks and I parsed over in detail in 1999 like this thing was the Zapruder film ("Oh yeah, this must be where Mike kicked the map into the river.").<br /><br />But while <i>The Blair Witch Project</i>&nbsp;was surely aided by the hype surrounding it - it's the last time I've encountered sold-out shows and long lines, other than opening weekends for the latest Batman or Harry Potter - it remains impressive that a tiny independent movie was able to generate that kind of hype with nothing but an intriguing premise and a clever marketing campaign built on word of mouth. And seeing it that weekend with a group of friends and parents, we were all legitimately freaked out by the movie, particularly the iconic and (deservedly so) final shot. <i>The Blair Witch Project </i>works because, while the faux-documentary format was an inventive twist; filmmakers Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sanchez's approach to scaring the audience relied on techniques dating back to the films of Val Lewton. Few '90s horror movies were nearly as effective at (or even attempted) building suspense, playing on the audience's imaginations through the power of suggestion, generating tension with images of seemingly empty spaces, and sustaining that tension by refusing to show us everything. For an audience weaned on jump scares and gross-out, 50-year-old filmmaking techniques suddenly seemed like a radical innovation.<br /><br />The human drama actually worked better for me this time, mostly because, as an aspiring filmmaker, I couldn't help empathizing with Heather. The actress really nails playing a no-budget filmmaker from the beginning, constantly thinking out loud about everything she and her crew need to accomplish, repeatedly nagging them and unavoidably coming off a complete pain in the ass in the process. While I might have put the camera down a little sooner than Heather, I get the moment where she defends not doing so because it's all she has left (it's also unsettling how, when the three actors were left to their own devices, the natural dynamic quickly becomes the two men against the woman). And when she's delivering her famous, runny-nosed monologue where she takes full responsibility for everything that's happened - well, what fledgling filmmaker isn't afraid they'll reach a point where they've led their crew deep into the woods and have to admit they have no idea what they're doing? Just because the woods here are literal, and populated by murderous witches, doesn't make it less true.<br /><br />*Coincidentally, a<a href="http://thedissolve.com/features/movie-of-the-week/800-the-blair-witch-project-15-years-beyond-the-hype-a/">&nbsp;piece on the film</a> by Mike D'Angelo went up at <i>The Dissolve</i>&nbsp;today. Before reading it, I never knew that ending originally had absolutely no context, and the filmmakers went back and added an interview earlier in the movie for clarification. I honestly don't know, if I hadn't been able to remember that earlier scene, whether the ending would have terrified me more or pissed me off.<br /><br /><b>U.S. Release Date: July 16, 1999 (Also released that day: <i>Eyes Wide Shut</i>, <i>Lake Placid</i>, <i>The Wood</i>, <i>Muppets from Space</i>, <i>I'm Losing You</i>)</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>What critics said at the time:</b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"All the while I kept wondering why they started out on this silly project in the first place. Indeed, I was so detached from the mission that I began noticing things that didn’t make sense in the context of the sheer terror of the experience. Why do they keep lugging around their backpacks long after it becomes clear that they should be running for their lives? Yet the filmmakers do deserve credit for a clever image in the last 10 seconds that at least works poetically, but that is not nearly enough for all the low-budget, leave-it-to-the-audience’s-imagination pretentiousness that precedes it." - Andrew Sarris, <i>New York Observer</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">"I don't want to go cheesy,' the bossy auteur announces at the onset and, although the real filmmakers, Myrick and Sanchez, are sometimes obliged to stretch for ways to insure that their increasingly terrorized characters keep filming,&nbsp;</span><i style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;">Blair Witch</i><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">&nbsp;never does betray Heather's aesthetic. Paranoid, hysterical, and programmatically subjective, the movie is in every sense a psychological thriller. Although the payoff is ambiguous, the experience remains in the mind. It's an absolutely restrained and truly frightening movie." - J. Hoberman, <i>Village Voice</i></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="283" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/UzrOjposiMY" width="376"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-27-blair-witch.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-7712183691942312063Tue, 28 Oct 2014 01:20:00 +00002014-10-27T21:20:28.453-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 26 - Candyman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBOvHTzluhA/VE7u_d8wkYI/AAAAAAAACJM/b0RgjnNq3F4/s1600/candyman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBOvHTzluhA/VE7u_d8wkYI/AAAAAAAACJM/b0RgjnNq3F4/s1600/candyman.jpg" height="208" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#4 - 12 Votes</b></div><div><br /></div>There hasn't been another horror author who fuses cerebral and visceral scares the way Clive Barker does, nor any who locate the erotic undercurrents of horror archetypes the way his best work can. Naturally, Barker's work has proven difficult to adapt to the screen. The first two <i>Hellraiser </i>movies are fascinating, but the series quickly went downhill; <i>Nightbreed </i>was famously mutilated in postproduction (and, coincidentally, is available this week for the first time in a version closer to Barker's original vision); <i>Lord of Illusions </i>and <i>Midnight Meat Train </i>are interesting but uneven. Beyond a few other movies, such as <i>Rawhead Rex</i>&nbsp;(which I haven't seen), which aren't exactly well-regarded, most of Barker's work hasn't been adapted for the big screen. The most successful Clive Barker movie is easily <i>Candyman</i>, which drastically reworked the details of Barker's story "The Forbidden" but gets closer to Barker's voice than even the movies he directed.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Barker and writer/director Bernard Rose, who'd previously directed the excellent <i>Paperhouse</i>, chose to move the location from a Liverpool slum to the Cabrini Green projects in Chicago and, most significantly, changed the Caucasian boogeyman of the story to the spirit of a murdered slave. When grad student Helen Lyle (Virginia Madsen) becomes fascinated with Candyman while researching her thesis on urban legends, she unwittingly conjures him and is blamed for the murders he subsequently commits. Rose never fully settles the question of whether Candyman (Tony Todd) is real or if he only exists in Helen's imagination while she actually commits the crimes; it's a choice that could have been frustratingly vague, but Rose pulls it off wonderfully (and it's the rare modern horror movie that nails the ending). Either way, it's suggested that Helen doesn't unearth Candyman as much as bring him to life through her curiosity; like the victim in the urban legend chanting his name in front of a mirror, Helen invited Candyman, who is a dark manifestation of her (and, by extension, our desire). I wrote about this back in April*, but it was fascinating to see a 35mm print of <i>Candyman</i>&nbsp;at the end of an all-night horror marathon - while my lack of sleep certainly contributed to this feeling, it was though, after many hours spent gorging on horror, the screen was looking back at me and forcing me to question why I wanted to look.</div><div><br /></div><div>*This one's going to be a little shorter, only because I wrote about <i>Candyman </i><a href="http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/04/you-are-not-content-with-stories-so-i.html">this year</a> and a <a href="http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2011/10/scariest-characters-in-cinema-16.html">few Halloweens ago</a>. One thing I don't think I mentioned either time, though, is how effective Rose's deceptively simple visual aesthetic is. The clean, geometric visual compositions and grayscale color palette create a firmly realistic sense of place that is dramatically violated whenever Candyman shows up (and whenever copious amounts of blood are spilled). Rose hasn't made a movie that made much of an impression since 1995's&nbsp;<i>Immortal Beloved, </i>but his work in <i>Candyman </i>and <i>Paperhouse </i>is as strong as just about any big-name horror director.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div><b>U.S. Release Date: October 16, 1992 (Also released that day: <i>Consenting Adults</i>, <i>The Public Eye</i>,<i>&nbsp;Night and the City</i>)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>What critics said at the time:</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">"Horror pictures, especially those that are as purportedly ambitious as this one, must function as allegories, with their key figures emerging as metaphors. However, in its emphasis on gore for its own sake, 'Candyman,' for all its expensive sheen and unsettling dark and derelict key settings, never gets to come together, leaving it seem merely silly and pretentious, an effect underlined heavily by a Philip Glass score in his familiar insistent and repetitive style." - Kevin Thomas, <i>Los Angeles Times</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"><i>"</i></span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0.25px; word-spacing: 1.3333333730697632px;">Uniquely for a modern horror film, this has grown-up characters with complicated relationships, an acute grasp of the interface between social despair and supernatural horror, enough heart-stopping shocks to keep you battered, and a strong central performance from a non-bimbo heroine. Madsen, hitherto a regulation glamorous blonde, is a revelation as the frightened, and finally frightening, protagonist, and her scenes with the dignified but eerie Todd skirt perversity in a truly haunting manner. With its odd little asides to fill in the various Candyman stories and the ambiguous scary-romantic relationship between heroine and monster, this cuts with a bloody hook through the superficiality of most recent horror movies and demonstrates that you don't have to be stupid to be scary." - Kim Newman, <i>The Good Times</i></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0.25px; word-spacing: 1.3333333730697632px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="283" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/LOnN4M9wB0s" width="376"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-26-candyman.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-5728539617531761026Mon, 27 Oct 2014 03:51:00 +00002014-10-26T23:51:58.570-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 25 - From Dusk Till Dawn<div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWOJ6iy6QNE/VE3BBr_FTvI/AAAAAAAACI8/-be1LVNQZj8/s1600/fromdusktilldawn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWOJ6iy6QNE/VE3BBr_FTvI/AAAAAAAACI8/-be1LVNQZj8/s1600/fromdusktilldawn.jpg" height="165" width="400" /></a></div><strong></strong><br /><strong>#5 (Tie) - 11 Votes</strong>﻿</div><br />When Quentin Tarantino was still working as a video store clerk, Robert Kurtzman - not the creator of <em>The Walking Dead</em>, but one of the three founders of KNB EFX, who have created makeup and prosthetic effects for everything from <em>The Chronicles of Narnia </em>to <em>Leatherface: Texas Chainsaw Massacre III</em> to Dirk Diggler's penis - hired the then-fledgling filmmaker to write a script based on an idea he had for a movie that would blend an action thriller with a horror movie. The idea was to make a movie that would serve as a showcase for KNB's effects; Tarantino was paid a small amount, and KNB later repaid the favor by providing makeup effects for <em>Reservoir Dogs</em>, including the infamous ear scene. Several years later, when Quentin Tarantino the video store clerk had become Quentin Tarantino the internationally celebrated director of <em>Pulp Fiction</em>, he shared the unproduced script for <em>From Dusk Till Dawn</em> with Robert Rodriguez, who expressed interest in directing it. Suddenly, a funny, gory little horror movie became a sort-of follow-up to perhaps the most influential movie of the decade, with an all-star cast and a director who, after <em>El Mariachi </em>and <em>Desperado</em>, was something of a big deal himself.<br /><br />I mention all of this because, to best appreciate <em>From Dusk Till Dawn</em>, it helps to put it in perspective. When the movie was released in early 1996, the prospect of a Tarantino-scripted movie was a big enough deal that the making of this little B-movie was documented in a full-length feature documentary, <em>Full Tilt Boogie</em>, which premiered about a year later. But Tarantino had also already experienced something of a backlash thanks to his pop cultural ubiquity and the impossible expectations created by his first two features. The month before <em>From Dusk Till Dawn </em>was released, the anthology film <em>Four Rooms</em>, featuring&nbsp;segments by Rodriguez (whose "The Misbehavers," is by far the best in the movie) and Tarantino (whose "The Man from Hollywood" was uncharacteristically stilted), opened to awful reviews and quickly disappeared from theaters. <em>From Dusk Till Dawn</em> did okay at the box office, but critics mostly responded with a shrug, suggesting that this kind of B-movie schlock was beneath a writer who had demonstrated the kind of&nbsp;originality and wit that Tarantino had with <em>Pulp Fiction</em>. This, of course, was before we knew how thoroughly Tarantino's aesthetic was informed by grindhouse and B-movie fare, and some critics and cinephiles thought he might grow into a more entertaining Godard. These are the same ones that can be counted on, every time a new Tarantino movie is released, to loudly bemoan the fact that he has yet to make a movie as "mature" as <em>Jackie Brown</em> (an excellent movie, but still). <br /><br />However, once that zeitgeist-fueled moment when a movie is released and its immediate fate is determined passes, it's easier to evaluate the movie for what it is, rather than what it was expected/wished to be. And what you're left with, with <em>From Dusk Till Dawn</em>, is what it was originally conceived as - a showcase for a variety of gooey makeup effects - and it's just about the best possible version of that movie. One can bemoan the fact that George Clooney and Harvey Keitel are slumming it in a vampire movie, or one can get a kick out of watching freaking George Clooney and Harvey Keitel fighting vampires in roles that normally would have gone to, say,&nbsp;Robert Davi and Michael Ironside&nbsp;(actually, that movie&nbsp;sounds pretty great too). While <em>From Dusk Till Dawn</em>'s mash-up of genres is very novel - I've known a few people who saw the movie without knowing the premise, and I envy them - it's not nearly as radical a reinvention of genre tropes as <em>Pulp Fiction</em>. What it is is a very solid A-list production of an awesome B-movie premise. Whether that is a disappointment or a must-see depends entirely on your interest in seeing Cheech Marin's eyes explode. Personally, I'm very interested.<br /><br />I'm probably underselling <em>From Dusk Till Dawn</em>, as there's quite a lot about it that's good, and not just "good for a B-horror movie." From the excellent opening robbery sequence, Tarantino's script is unpredictable and handles a number of what could have been jarring tonal shifts with ease. The movie is peppered with references to horror movies and filmmakers, but none more so than John Carpenter, and Tarantino shares Carpenter's knack for investing what could be stock characters with character and humanity. It helps that the cast is very strong, particularly Harvey Keitel, who quietly gives one of his best performances as a recently widowed&nbsp;minister who has lost his faith. And this is easily Rodriguez's best movie; it's tight and focused in a way that most of his movies struggle to achieve, even as the vampire-filled second half allows him to go crazy with all manner of over-the-top camera setups and great gross-out effects. I'll always have a soft spot for this movie, too, for pointing me as a kid towards movies, like <em>Re-Animator </em>and <em>Dead Alive, </em>that Rodriguez and Tarantino would name-drop in interviews as influences; like those movies, <em>From Dusk Till Dawn </em>works because it's&nbsp;knowing but not self-parody, as it's clearly fueled by&nbsp;love for the genre.&nbsp;The filmmakers would team up a decade later&nbsp;for <em>Grindhouse</em>, an even better valentine to B-horror (there are days when I consider <em>Death Proof </em>Tarantino's finest work) that bombed much harder at the box office. Unfortunately, it seems there isn't a big audience for A-list splatter movies, but at least our small, strange&nbsp;demographic gets to reap the benefits.<br /><br /><strong>U.S. Release Date: January 19, 1996<br /><br />What critics said at the time:</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Mr. Rodriguez demonstrates his talents more clearly than ever -- he's visually inventive, quick-witted and a fabulous editor -- while still hampering himself with sophomoric material. The latter part of 'From Dusk Till Dawn' is so relentless that it's as if a spigot has been turned on and then broken. Though some of the tricks are entertainingly staged, the film loses its clever edge when its action heats up so gruesomely and exploitatively that there's no time for talk." - Janet Maslin, <em>New York Times</em></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Keitel is terrific as the preacher with the slipshod faith, Clooney is nicely menacing, and Marin turns in some of his most raunchy, hilarious work to date. Even Tarantino the Actor acquits himself admirably: Younger Gekko Richard is a perverse sex killer whose resultant carnage is glimpsed almost subliminally in a genuinely creepy motel room scene. Fans of Merchant-Ivory will do well to steer clear of Rodriguez's newest opus, but both action and horror film fans have cause for celebration after what seems like a particularly long splatter-drought. This is horror with a wink and a nod to drive-in theatres and sweaty back seats. This is how it's done." - Marc Savlov, <em>Austin Chronicle</em><br />&nbsp;</div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="252" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/jNuIn4T-CLk" width="448"></iframe><br />http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-25-from-dusk-till.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-5818429010613334572Sun, 26 Oct 2014 03:55:00 +00002014-10-25T23:55:10.378-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 24 - Seven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wKoE1NsYc8/VExwPRvdS-I/AAAAAAAACIs/HUEZF4pETV8/s1600/Seven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0wKoE1NsYc8/VExwPRvdS-I/AAAAAAAACIs/HUEZF4pETV8/s1600/Seven.jpg" height="170" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong></strong>&nbsp;</div><div align="center"><strong>#5 (Tie) - 11 Votes</strong></div><div align="center">&nbsp;</div><div align="center">﻿</div>The years after the release of <em>The Silence of the Lambs</em> saw a flood of police procedurals and serial killer movies that revolved around charismatic murderers with a cinematic&nbsp;<em>modus operandi. </em>These films, such as <em>Jennifer Eight</em>, <em>Just Cause</em> and <em>Copycat</em>, were often as violent as the average horror movie, but their producers preferred to market them as "psychological thrillers" - the idea was to avoid the lowbrow connotations of horror and sell the movies as more tasteful, serious affairs in the hopes of achieving some of the box office and awards success of Jonathan Demme's film. The most successful of these post-<em>Silence </em>thrillers was <em>Seven</em>, which was released in the fall of 1995 with a marketing campaign that positioned it as a serious thriller for adult audiences. Which it was, but the irony is that <em>Seven </em>succeeded because it never shied away from the darker implications of its subject matter. If anything, the element that the disributor, New Line, fought to change - the shocking, downbeat&nbsp;ending - is the thing that generated the word of mouth that made the movie a big hit.&nbsp;While so many of the decade's other thrillers&nbsp;were&nbsp;pulp&nbsp;posing as art<em>, Seven</em> is both a morally and philosophically serious work and a grim, unflinching horror movie with an ending as disturbing as that of any straight horror movie.<br /><br />After the&nbsp;horrible experience of making <em>Alien 3</em>, David Fincher had no interest in directing a feature again until, a couple of years later, he read a script by newcomer Andrew Kevin Walker, who wrote the original draft while he was working at a Tower Records. It's easy to see how the movie's bleak, despairing view of the human condition appealed to the director, who has since shown himself, in movie after movie to embody George Carlin's definition of a cynic as a&nbsp;disappointed idealist. Fincher and production designer Arthur Max created an unnamed urban hellhole for the film, where it's constantly dark, gray (courtesy of the bleach bypass process employed by cinematographer Darius Khondji) and raining, that seems to affirm the belief of jaded veteran Detective Somerset (Morgan Freeman, never better) that society is in a state of inevitable collapse. The partnership betwen a veteran cop and an idealistic, hotheaded rookie is one of the oldest cliches in the book, but it's to the credit of Walker's script and Freeman and Brad Pitt's performances that Somerset and Mills become two believable and distinct characters, rather than action movie archetypes used as to voice two opposing worldviews. While it's the concept of ironically designed murders inspired by the seven deadly sins that served as the movie's marketing hook, it's the quieter scenes where these two men debate whether the world as beyond saving that continue to fascinate me as I return to the movie over the years.<br /><br />It's John Doe's murders, however, that push&nbsp;<em>Seven</em> into the realm of horror. One of the&nbsp;smartest aspects of the script is that we only see the aftermath of the murders as they're investigated by the police; scenes that would become unbearable to watch for most audiences become tolerable when they're described in retrospect. Ironically, this allows Walker and Fincher to create scenes in our imaginations that are far more upsetting than anything they could have shown, with some of the movie's most terrifying concepts depending entirely on the power of suggestion. Probably the most grotesque of John Doe's murders is the lust-themed killing of a prostitute at a kinky sex club, which is conveyed to us almost entirely through dialogue after the fact. Cutting between the interrogations of the club's eerily calm manager and the hysterical, horrified john, Fincher lets us gradually piece together the awful details of what happened, finding a chilling way to imply something that, if shown, would have probably lost 90% of the audience. <br /><br /><em>Seven </em>famously withholds its killer's identity until about 90 minutes into the movie; it's hard to convey now how brilliant the casting of Kevin Spacey was, but this was right before he became an Oscar-winning star, and he was a recognizable character acter who was strong enough to create a startling impression (my all-time favorite Spacey line delivery is "Detect-IIIIIIVE!") while still unfamiliar enough to disappear into a frighteningly anonymous character. Walker, Fincher and Spacey smartly don't try to make John Doe a colorful, Hannibal Lecter-type monster; instead, Spacey plays the role as unsettlingly calm and thoughtful, and as he explains his reasoning for what he's done, the monstrous but coherent internal logic behind his actions grows more and more unsettling. John Doe's despair at what humanity's moral failings is not so far removed from Somerset's, but <em>Seven </em>thankfully doesn't resort to the hacky device of implying that the killer and his pursuer are the same. The devastating ending succeeds in shocking Somerset out of his sense of resignation and destroying Mills' life and&nbsp;all of his assumptions about the way the world works&nbsp;(I used to think Pitt overplayed the ending, now I think it's exactly right). <br /><br />Fincher had to fight hard, with Pitt's help, to preserve the ending - at one point, the studio asked if maybe it could be the head of one of Mills' dogs in the box instead. He did agree to one concession, the brief denoument and Somerset's voiceover citing Ernest Hemingway (originally, the movie would have cut to black immediately after Mills fires his weapon). This change actually improves the movie; as dark as it is, it would have been a terrible idea to let John Doe have the last word. Two decades later, Fincher hasn't lost his ability to provoke audiences, as the success and ongoing conversations about <em>Gone Girl </em>demonstrate. But if the director's worldview has hardly gotten any more upbeat, he has demonstrated that, beneath his icy, methodical approach to filmmaking is a more contemplative and empathetic storyteller than we might have assumed at first. <em>Seven </em>is a pessimistic film, but in the end, it's not a nihilistic one; that's an important distinction, one perhaps lost on fans of the film that mostly dig the '90s industrial atmosphere, just as the many dudebros and angry nerds who worship <em>Fight Club</em> don't get that the movie is making fun of them. If you're watching <em>Seven </em>to see some fucked-up shit, it delivers on that, but if you prefer more thematically complex horror, than few movies in the genre are better, smarter or more existentially terrifying.<br /><br /><strong>U.S. Release Date: September 22, 1995 (Also opening that day: <em>Showgirls</em>, <em>Empire Records</em>, <em>A Month by the Lake</em>, <em>Canadian Bacon</em>, <em>Return of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre</em>)</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>What critics said at the time:</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; "First-time screenwriter Andrew Kevin Walker eschewed constructing a real story with characters we care about in favor of shock value. There's none of the humor that takes the sting out of slasher movies, and certainly none of the psychology and depth that made 'The Silence of the Lambs' such an intellectual thriller. David Fincher, who killed off the joy in the 'Alien' series by directing the third installment, was probably chosen to helm this because it is yet another movie that shows disdain for its characters. 'Seven' cares so little about the victims that, for the most part, we don't even hear their names. Is exploitation a sin? And if so, are we in for a sequel?" - Jami Bernard, <em>New York Daily News</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Admittedly, designer unpleasantness is a hallmark of our era, and this movie may be more concerned with wallowing in it than with illuminating what it means politically. Yet the filmmakers stick to their vision with such dedication and persistence that something indelible comes across, something ethically and artistically superior to The Silence of the Lambs that refuses to exploit suffering for fun or entertainment and leaves you wondering about the world we’re living in." - Jonathan Rosenbaum, <em>Chicago Reader</em><br />&nbsp;</div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="252" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/DFooMdDtTvM" width="448"></iframe><br />http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-24-seven.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-9212221733133366664Sat, 25 Oct 2014 03:30:00 +00002014-10-24T23:30:57.552-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 23 - Audition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aXeD0wGjEko/VEsYPUWMLWI/AAAAAAAACIc/lkUAswYhejM/s1600/audition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aXeD0wGjEko/VEsYPUWMLWI/AAAAAAAACIc/lkUAswYhejM/s1600/audition.jpg" height="222" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong></strong>&nbsp;</div><div align="center"><strong>#6 (Tie) - 8 Votes</strong>﻿</div><br />Takashi Miike has directed more than ninety films over the course of his two-decade career, so a person would probably have to see at least a couple dozen before accurately characterizing his body of work. I've seen four, all of which featured a lot of extreme content, but Miike has also made mainstream thrillers, historical dramas and even a few family films. So when I say that <i>Audition </i>is a model of restraint compared to the other Miike films I've seen, take it with a grain of salt. While it doesn't feature a ton of explicit gore or projectile bodily fluids or kiddie pools filled with poop, it's still disturbing (and good) enough for me to file away under "Films I Respect That I Might Never Watch Again."<br /><br /><i>Audition'</i>s beginning is deceptive - if you haven't seen it and want to go in fresh, I recommend stopping here. Seven years after the death of his wife, Shigeharu (Ryo Ishibashi) is encouraged by his teenage son (Tetsuo Sawaki) to start dating again; it's a setup that wouldn't be out of place in any number of Japanese domestic drama, and Miike stages and shoots it accordingly. Shigeharu's friend Yasuhisa (Jun Kunimura), a film producer, convinces Shigeharu to allow him to set up a mock casting audition to find a new wife. He soon falls for a young actress and dancer named Asami (Eihi Shiina); after pursuing her for a few days, the two begin dating. The first half of the film is expertly paced, as we get small hints that something is very wrong with Asami. It's deliberate enough to drive some viewers expecting a bloodbath to frustration; the first major scare doesn't occur until about halfway through the movie, but when it does, it's a doozy, and it works precisely because Miike was willing to risk drawing out the tension to the point of tedium.<br /><br /><em>Audition</em>'s&nbsp;brutal climax has inspired feminist readings of the film,&nbsp;as a basically decent guy who is talked into doing a pretty creepy thing is punished for casually exploiting his position of privilege, to which I'd respond, "Yes, but." For one thing, as&nbsp;wrong as staging a false audition as a pretense to meet women is, the punishment is so grossly disproportionate to the crime that it would play like black comedy if it weren't so difficult to stomach. Also, and most importantly, while it's suggested early on that Asami might be disturbed as the result of a history of abuse, by the end it's not clear if anything we think we know about her is true. Asami's is a very specific kind of madness where attempting to trace back an original cause only leads to more questions; everything she does is a sort of performance, and there probably isn't a "real" her at the core of it. This could be interpreted as problematic, because these are exactly the kind of characteristics abusers will ascribed to their partners to shift the blame; on the other hand, people like Asami do exist, and they're generally very canny at&nbsp;manipulating power&nbsp;dynamics in a relationship. <br /><br />So while <em>Audition </em>is partly a cautionary tale about abuse of privilege, it's also a canny role-reversal, with a male character experiencing the&nbsp;nightmare scenario for any woman who goes on a date with a stranger. And that ending is brilliantly executed; though I haven't seen the movie since that first time, I can remember certain images and, especially, Asami's creepy sing song-y voice as she does her work. While Miike actually avoids lingering on the graphic details, it's a masterpiece of suggestion that goes on for an unbearably long time; at one point, I was relieved to think the worst was over, and when it was revealed as a fake-out, I was both horrified and amused by Miike's willingness to push the scene as far as he could. And he ends the movie at precisely the right moment; I'm not sure if Asami's final line is an expression of contempt for Shigeharu, or if it's a genuine show of affection, and I'm not sure which possibility is more frightening.<br /><br /><strong>U.S. Release Date: August 8, 2001 (Also opening that weekend: <em>American Pie 2</em>, <em>The Others</em>, <em>Osmosis Jones</em>, <em>The Deep End</em>, <em>Session 9</em>, <em>An American Rhapsody</em>, <em>The Turandot Project</em>)</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>What critics said at the time:</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Those intending to see Audition will not be put off by my revealing that gross sadism, mutilation and amputation, involving acupuncture needles and cheese-cutter wire that slices through skin and bone, form the protracted and, in my judgment, pornographic climax: a sequence of violent psychopathology which shows how the Far East cinema's fixation on physical pain is now being presented in art-house terms, imported into the West by distributors ever eager to bring sensational new products to market, and passed by Mr Whittam Smith with a Certificate 18. Such material will soon, I forecast, filter down into mainstream cinema protected by the overriding defence of Article 10 of the Convention on Human Rights - the ‘free expression’ one." - Alexander Walker<em>, Evening Standard&nbsp;</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Singularly untrustworthy, the grisly climactic spree contains the most appallingly memorable image of the year (piano wire is involved). The final half-hour of emphatically corporeal horror is all the more unsettling for its queasy open-endedness—its lysergic inability to distinguish between reality and moribund fantasy. The effect is of a zero-gravity torture chamber, with no exit in sight." - Dennis Lim, <em>Village Voice</em><br /><em></em>&nbsp;</div>(I'd skip this trailer if you haven't seen the movie, as it spoils the best scene.) <br /><br /> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="252" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/IbE8c-vhjpg" width="448"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-23-audition.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-9038224419827119403Thu, 23 Oct 2014 21:58:00 +00002014-10-23T17:58:50.911-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 22 - In the Mouth of Madness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R27KRw62rcI/VEl5lFdh_DI/AAAAAAAACIM/HQFXzpTkiRg/s1600/in-the-mouth-of-madness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R27KRw62rcI/VEl5lFdh_DI/AAAAAAAACIM/HQFXzpTkiRg/s1600/in-the-mouth-of-madness.jpg" height="168" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#6 (Tie) - 8 Votes</b></div><br />John Carpenter's filmography from his debut, Dark Star in 1974 to They Live in 1988 has to rank among the best filmmaking hot streaks. The eleven features he directed in that time range from good two great, with three - <i>Halloween</i>, <i>The Fog</i>&nbsp;and <i>The Thing</i>&nbsp;- that belong on any shortlist of the best horror movies, and several others that have devoted cult followings and continue to provide inspiration to today's genre filmmakers. The '90s saw a decline in the quality of Carpenter's work, however; while <i>Memoirs of an Invisible Man</i>, <i>Village of the Damned</i>, <i>Escape from L.A. </i>and <i>Vampires </i>all have their moments<i>, </i>they're not nearly as focused or well-crafted as his previous films. After directing several high-profile commercial failures, Carpenter no longer had the same choice of material (he took over <i>Memoirs</i>&nbsp;after Ivan Reitman and other directors passed), and Carpenter has been quite frank about the fact that he began to lose interest in filmmaking around this time (after 2001's <i>Ghosts of Mars</i>, he wouldn't direct another feature for nine years).<br /><div><br /></div><div>Carpenter did direct one movie during the decade, <i>In the Mouth of Madness</i>, that ranks among his best. Written by then-New Line exec Michael De Luca, it's a Lovecraft-inspired story about an insurance investigator named John Trent (Sam Neill), who is tasked with investigating the disappearance of best-selling horror author Sutter Cane <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">(<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">Jürgen</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">Prochnow), whose books may be literally driving his fans insane. Early on, a character notes that Cane outsells Stephen King; it's not subtle, and neither is the rest of the movie, but that's actually something of a positive. As Trent travels to a tiny New Hampshire town that was the setting of many of Cane's stories, he encounters a collection of monsters and weird characters straight out of the author's work, and the tone of the movie is all over the place as it jumps between evil children, tentacled beasts and an axe-murdering Frances Bay. It works, though, because Carpenter finds a thread of wry, even self-deprecating humor; at one point, the skeptical Trent exclaims "God is not a hack horror writer!" and Carpenter has a lot of fun imagining what reality might be like if he was.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">While the movie features effects work by KNB and Industrial Light and Magic, some of its most effective scenes rely on old-school sleight-of-hand techniques, with a simple blue filter providing the most memorable (and funniest scene). Part of this is likely a function of the movie's budget, but Carpenter feels looser and more inspired than with his bigger-budgeted movies of the decade. Admittedly, <i>In the Mouth of Madness</i>&nbsp;sometimes feels like it's going in circles (which Neill's character literally is at points, to be fair). Carpenter pulls it off in the end, though, ingeniously tying together the story and his own feelings about the genre with a final scene that plays like the funniest unused <i>Twilight Zone</i>&nbsp;ending ever. While Carpenter has made a few more horror movies, the ending feels like a final statement or, at the very least, a Bronx cheer in the general direction of the genre that he helped define.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><b>U.S. Release Date: </b>February 3, 1995 (Also released that day: <i>Boys on the Side</i>, <i>The Jerky Boys</i>, <i>The Secret of Roan Inish</i>, <i>Martha and Ethel)</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><b>What critics said at the time:</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 26px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><br /><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #222222; font-weight: normal; font: inherit; line-height: 26px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 24px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 26px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"'In the Mouth of Madness' takes a whack at a Lovecraft-like doomsday scenario. A prehuman form of consciousness, acting through Cane's writings, introduces a new and brutal reality for the sake of destroying humankind. Nice try, but the film plays much sillier than that -- for example, when the woman embraces Cane, little knowing that the back of his skull is gone and that his brains are churning and oozing in some very menacing ways. In the end, the most interesting thing about 'In the Mouth of Madness' is its relationship with itself - its cheesy horror celebrating the power of cheesy horror, while pretending to be appalled." - Mick LaSalle, <i>San Francisco Chronicle</i></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 26px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;">"'In the Mouth of Madness' is a thinking person's horror picture that dares to be as cerebral as it is visceral. An homage to the master of the macabre, novelist H.P. Lovecraft, on the part of its writer Michael De Luca, this handsome, intelligent New Line Cinema production also finds its director, John Carpenter, in top form and provides Sam Neill with one of the most challenging roles of his career--which is saying a lot." - Kevin Thomas, <i>Los Angeles Times</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></span></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="283" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/_PFcOeM_Usk" width="376"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-22-in-mouth-of.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-4297402870031448230Wed, 22 Oct 2014 14:47:00 +00002014-10-22T10:47:29.036-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 21 - Misery<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jntb8m1tQoM/VEfDOc3iYTI/AAAAAAAACH8/gV0hGYSPX5w/s1600/misery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jntb8m1tQoM/VEfDOc3iYTI/AAAAAAAACH8/gV0hGYSPX5w/s1600/misery.jpg" height="216" width="400" /></a></div><b><br /></b><b>#6 (Tie) - 8 Votes</b></div><i><br /></i><i>Misery </i>was released at a time when the prospect of a Stephen King adaptation didn't cause a great deal of excitement. There had been over a dozen features based on King's novels and short stories in the previous decade, and while a few, like 1989's <i>Pet Sematary</i>, were hits, most of them were critically panned and sank quickly at the box office. Just a few weeks before <i>Misery </i>was released, <i>Graveyard Shift</i>, based on a story from King's anthology <i>Night Shift</i>, came and went (though I just looked it up and was surprised to discover it opened at #1 in a slow week). An exception to the rule was 1986's <i>Stand by Me</i>, a rare adaptation of King's non-horror work, which was a critical and commercial success (and, for me, a personal favorite that only grows more poignant as I get older). King was understandably reluctant to sell the movie rights for <i>Misery, </i>one of his best and most personal books, a nightmare version of his experiences with less-than-stable fans of his work that, he admitted years later, was also a metaphor for his battle with addiction. Ultimately, he agreed on the condition that Rob Reiner, who directed <i>Stand by Me</i>, would produce or direct. Reiner agreed, and the movie he directed remains one of the stronger adaptation of King's work, anticipating the more respectable King adaptations in the decade to come.<br /><br />King's novel and William Goldman's script could almost work as a play (and it has been adapted into a play since), with most of the action confined to the bedroom where writer Paul Sheldon (James Caan) is held captive by his "number one fan," Annie Wilkes (Kathy Bates). It's a two hander that relies almost entirely on the lead performances to work, and both actors are terrific. Bates' performance is remembered for the scenes that allow her to go over the top ("HE DIDN'T GET OUT OF THE CACADOODIE CAR!"), but she's even more chilling in the scenes where she abruptly shifts from manic to depressive; as monstrous as the character becomes, Bates keeps her psychologically credible in a way that's much more frightening than if she'd been a cartoon nutjob. Caan is just as good as Paul, a role he won after it was passed on by just about every high-profile male actor of his generation, as it's almost a completely reactive role that requires the actor to stay in bed for most of the movie. However, Caan is so good that you forget about the limitations of the role; he does a great job of letting us register his fear and desperation even as he outwardly tries to placate his captor.<br /><br />Caan's role here reminds a bit of James Stewart in <i>Rear Window</i>, and Reiner's direction is something of a valentine to Hitchcock. He makes the most of the movie's claustrophobic interiors, with cinematographer Barry Sonnenfeld favoring low-angle setups from Paul's point of view that emphasize Bates' frightening control of the situation. Reiner is maybe a little more tasteful than the ideal director for the material might have been, softening a few of the book's most gruesome moments, particularly the infamous "hobbling" scene (a sledgehammer becomes Annie's weapon of choice instead of the book's axe and blowtorch). However, Reiner's softer approach probably helped the movie become a critical and commercial success, and the rare horror movie to win an Oscar for one of its performances. Reiner's company, Castle Rock (named for the fictional small town where many of King's works are set), would go on to produce several other King adaptations, including Best Picture nominees <i>The Shawshank Redemption </i>and <i>The Green Mile</i>. Stephen King adaptations didn't become an entirely reputable prospect in the decade to come - the '90s also gave us <i>The Mangler </i>and <i>The Lawnmower Man - </i>but <i>Misery </i>is still one of the most successful Stephen King movies, and a darkly funny response to any fans who want him to stick to writing horror.<br /><br /><b>U.S. Release Date: November 30, 1990 (Also released that day: <i>Diamond's Edge</i>)</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>What critics said at the time:</b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"This all would have been perfect for a half-hour TV show or one of those horror anthology films. As it is, even the resourceful Reiner and Goldman are hard put to keep things going until the inevitable final clash. For better or worse, they don't explore the most obvious subtext: the notion that Caan's best way to escape would be to seduce Bates, who is bonkers about him. That her character is not only a psychopath but a homely psychopath might have made for an interesting digression or two, but then sex scenes are never King's strong suit." - Ralph Novak, <i>People</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Bates turns Wilkes into the nastiest nurse to reach the screen since Louise Fletcher tormented Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Wilkes is a lonely soul whose only solace is the fantasies Sheldon spins in his books. Bates makes the transition from passive aggression in Wilkes' initial dealings with her charge to paranoid, murderous obsession with authority and conviction. The fact that her looks and manner suggest someone waiting calmly in line at the K mart checkout counter adds a telling touch of the commonplace to rank evil." - Desmond Ryan, <i>Philadelphia Inquirer</i><br /><i><br /></i></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="283" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/mAjDgTrToAk" width="376"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-21-misery.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-5422797755802758936Tue, 21 Oct 2014 21:31:00 +00002014-10-21T17:31:16.073-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 20 - Jacob's Ladder<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ6SYunwRfc/VEbHUNsYfBI/AAAAAAAACHs/xIYFYzzH1xo/s1600/jacob's%2Bladder.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ6SYunwRfc/VEbHUNsYfBI/AAAAAAAACHs/xIYFYzzH1xo/s1600/jacob's%2Bladder.png" height="216" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#6 (Tie) - 8 Votes</b></div><br />George Romero once said, "The reason you do horror is to upset the applecart." That is, horror stories are designed to create disorder, whether it's in the form of societal collapse or the psychological and spiritual chaos of the characters. More often than not, horror movies end with the restoration of order, allowing audiences to exit the theater and breathe easy knowing the alien has been blasted into deep space, or the axe-wielding maniac has been killed (until the next sequel), or the devil has been exorcised from Regan McNeil's body. On the other hand, the '60s and '70s saw a rise in horror movies, like <i>Halloween</i>, <i>The Texas Chain Saw Massacre&nbsp;</i>and Romero's <i>Night of the Living Dead, </i>that deliberately deny the audience the resolution of order restored. Volumes have been written about how these movies reflected the increasingly pessimistic attitudes of the time, and I won't get into it in any depth, but stories that force us to consider the possibility that everything is irreparably fucked serve as important a purpose as those that give us reason to hope otherwise.<br /><br />As I get older and more keenly aware of my own mortality, though, I have an increased appreciation for a third, much rarer kind of horror movie. These are the ones that don't shy away from gazing directly into the abyss, but still arrive at an earned sense of hope. <i>Jacob's Ladder </i>is one of the best examples of this, literally putting its protagonist through hell before ending on an unexpected, transcendent note. While much of the movie telegraphs the fate of Jacob Singer (Tim Robbins), a Vietnam vet who is increasingly plagued with hallucinations (or visions) of demons, the final reveal (which I won't spoil here) doesn't play like it was meant to be a shocking twist. Instead, the audience is cued towards gradually understanding what's happening with Jacob at the same time that he does. <i>Jacob's Ladder</i> gives nightmarish form to our worst anxieties, but in the end, it's an uncommonly compassionate horror movie.<br /><br />Screenwriter Bruce Joel Rubin (who also wrote <i>Ghost</i>&nbsp;released the same year) creates some truly horrifying visions of death and the afterlife, which are brilliantly realized by director Adrian Lyne and his crew. A scene where Jacob thinks he's seeing his girlfriend (the late, great Elizabeth&nbsp;<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; line-height: 20.22222328186035px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Peña) get down with a demon at a party is a mini-masterpiece of disorienting lighting and sound design. Throughout the movie, Lyne keeps us on edge by placing weird, nearly subliminal characters and images (achieved ingeniously using in-camera effects) on the margins of the frame. Lyne also made a big change to Rubin's script, which depicted its demons with old-fashioned Biblical iconography, horns and all; instead, the director literally stages hell on earth, with the high point a scene where Jacob is pushed on a gurney through a hospital that quickly grows more and more nightmarish (I've seen the movie several times, and this scene still gives me the creeps). Lyne has always been a great visual stylist - like his peers Alan Parker and Ridley and Tony Scott, he works wonders with smoke and diffused light - but most of his other movies, like <i>Flashdance</i>&nbsp;and <i>Indecent Proposal</i>, are pretty shallow. <i>Jacob's Ladder</i>&nbsp;is by far his most thematically complex movie, and he was also wise to cast Tim Robbins, who is remarkably vulnerable and sympathetic as Jacob.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; line-height: 20.22222328186035px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; line-height: 20.22222328186035px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not all of the movie's puzzle pieces fit together in the end. There's a subplot about Jacob and the other members in his unit having been secretly dosed with experimental hallucinogens by the government; it's introduced as a possible explanation for his hallucinations, and the movie seems like it's about to become a conspiracy thriller. The subplot does end up playing an important role in the resolution, just not the one we thought; then, after the movie fades to black at the perfect moment, a postscript about real-life Army medical experiments comes onscreen, as if somebody completely misunderstood what the movie is really about. It's a weird choice, but the movie is strong enough that it's easy to shrug off. Jacob's experiences in Vietnam and his lingering grief over the accidental death of his young son (Macaulay Culkin) are important aspects of the character, but the movie is primarily about letting go, and how that doesn't need to be a frightening prospect. <i>Jacob's Ladder </i>is very thoughtful and literate about death and our greatest existential questions without ever veering into New Age-y baloney and easy answers. A lot of horror movies are about spirits, but a horror movie about a spiritual journey is a rare thing, and one this scary and thought-provoking is even better.</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; line-height: 20.22222328186035px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; line-height: 20.22222328186035px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>U.S. Release Date: November 2, 1990 (Also released that day: <i>Graffiti Bridge</i>, <i>Waiting for the Light</i>, <i>Frankenstein Unbound</i>, <i>Vincent &amp; Theo</i>, <i>C'est La Vie</i>)</b></span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; line-height: 20.22222328186035px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><br /></b></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; line-height: 20.22222328186035px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>What critics said at the time:</b></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"<i>Jacob's Ladder</i>, which serves up horror in subliminal, jump-cut flashes, is a gruesome ''psychological'' thriller — a bad acid trip of a movie — and it may appeal to those who got off on the druggy, soft-focus demonism of <i>Angel Heart</i>. Yet the film is just highfalutin hackwork — two hours of anything-for-a-shock unpleasantness. The script, by Bruce Joel Rubin (<i>Ghost</i>), has been kicking around Hollywood for nearly 10 years. (According to reports, it's the script everyone loved but no one dared to film.) Rubin's conception might have worked on screen, but we'll never know, since Lyne (<i>Flashdance</i>, <i>9 1/2 Weeks</i>), who finally proved himself a genuine filmmaker in <i>Fatal Attraction</i>, is up to his old high-gloss tricks. In <i>Jacob's Ladder</i>, he directs like a sadistic psychiatrist under contract to MTV." - Owen Gleiberman, <i>Entertainment Weekly</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>"'Jacob's Ladder' enters into the hallucinations of a desperate mind, and lives there. It evokes a paranoid-schizophrenic state as effectively as any film I have ever seen. Despite an ending that is intended as victorious, the movie is a thoroughly painful and depressing experience - but, it must be said, one that has been powerfully written, directed and acted." - Roger Ebert, <i>Chicago Sun-Times</i><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="283" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/8yH8yH2A_7Y" width="376"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-20-jacobs-ladder.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-7378610634714001354Tue, 21 Oct 2014 00:26:00 +00002014-10-20T20:26:57.600-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 19 - Tremors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2RQ6Z6VPH4/VEWm0igxl4I/AAAAAAAACHc/QteuIfywdhM/s1600/tremors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2RQ6Z6VPH4/VEWm0igxl4I/AAAAAAAACHc/QteuIfywdhM/s1600/tremors.jpg" height="213" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#6 (Tie) - 8 Votes</b></div><br />Since I started this project, two different readers have suggested none too subtly that I may be overthinking things in writing about the appeal of these movies. "They're horror movies, they don't have to be smart/have meaning/be well made," and so forth. I don't mention in order to open up a debate, because I think I'm only barely doing anything like "analysis" anyway, and I've only given anything like a negative write-up to one movie so far, and it's arguably the most artsy-fartsy one on this entire list. Frankly, after the second person informed me that movies aren't for thinking, I exclaimed to myself, "I did it! I'm a real film writer now!"<br /><br />I mention it, though, because I find that the most challenging movies for me to write about are often the ones that are pleasurable in obvious, uncomplicated and subtext-free ways. <i>Tremors </i>is one of those movies, a pleasant B-movie throwback with a monster that isn't a metaphor for anything. The Graboids aren't the product of our destructive effect on the environment, and their existence wasn't kept a secret by greedy real estate developers or a corrupt local government. The setting, a tiny desert town, doesn't function as a microcosm of anything; it's simply an economical way to bring together a small, diverse cast of characters in an isolated location. It's not an homage, parody of or commentary on giant monster movies; it's just an unassuming, well made and good-natured example of the subgenre that deserves its reputation as something of a classic.<br /><br />More to the point, I remembered that I just wrote about <i>Tremors</i><a href="http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2013/06/broke-into-wrong-goddamn-rec-room-didnt.html">&nbsp;last year</a> at my friends' request. And even there, I admit that I'm straining to find things to say. So while I may be guilty of overthinking or overanalyzing or overwhatevering, at least I can admit it when I don't have much to say (and, since nobody is paying me to write this, I don't have to). Since, for reasons that would be tedious to go into here, I've had about 12 hours of sleep in three days, I'm going to make this my one "smartass kid passes in an essay about why he didn't write the assigned essay" post for the month. I'll just add one note to that older post - in mentioning that Fred Ward had a great year in 1990, I left out <i>Miami Blues, </i>a very good, underrated movie that I'll surely discuss in more detail with my next poll, "Tournament of Baldwins."<br /><br /><b>U.S. Release Date: January 19, 1990 (Also released that day: <i>Everybody Wins</i>, <i>Sweetie</i>)</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>What critics said at the time:</b><br /><b><br /></b><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.815000534057617px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">''Tremors' wants to be funny, but it spends too much time winking at the audience. More than anything else, it looks like the sort of movie that might have been put together so that tourists visiting Universal Studios could see a movie being made." - Vincent Canby, <i>New York Times</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.815000534057617px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-left;">"As concocted by S.S. Wilson and Brent Maddock (who also did the original 'Short Circuit'), 'Tremors' evokes the populist spirit of '50s B-movies, much more so than such high-powered '80s remakes as 'The Fly,' 'The Thing' or 'The Blob.' Director Ron Underwood keeps things moving briskly, celebrating not the single-mindedness of the 'graboids' but the resourcefulness and resilience of the townspeople." - Richard Harrington, <i>Washington Post</i></span></div><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="252" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/liJfZvXdiTE" width="448"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-19-tremors.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-3477688882637534297Mon, 20 Oct 2014 06:19:00 +00002014-10-20T02:19:37.502-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 18 - Funny Games<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YJCtrsYF8M/VESnTh4TGaI/AAAAAAAACHM/DLe_SOeupGk/s1600/funnygames.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YJCtrsYF8M/VESnTh4TGaI/AAAAAAAACHM/DLe_SOeupGk/s1600/funnygames.jpg" height="227" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong></strong>&nbsp;</div><div align="center"><strong>#7 (Tie) - 7 Votes</strong>﻿</div><br />Before I get into the problems I have with Michael Haneke and <em>Funny Games</em>, his 1997 meta-thriller about a family held captive and tortured by two sneering upper-class teenagers, I should acknowledge that the movie demonstrates his considerable skill at crafting scenes and moments intended to provoke his audience into questioning their relationship to onscreen violence. The&nbsp;film does an excellent job of putting us on edge even before its smirking Leopold and Loeb (they call each other a variety of names througout, but we'll go with "Peter" and "Paul") announce their intentions. The prolonged scene where they repeatedly ask to borrow, then "accidentally" break their neigbors' eggs plays brilliantly on&nbsp;the question&nbsp;of when vacationing couple Anna and George will be provoked enough to stop being polite. Here, as elsewhere in the movie, Haneke maximizes our discomfort by letting scenes play out in fixed, static shots that go on for much longer than average. After the couple and their son Georgie have been taken hostage, most of the movie's violent and dramatic moments occur offscreen, and it's very disturbing to experience some of the most brutal moments entirely through the reactions of other characters.&nbsp;He's capable of both wringing&nbsp;as much&nbsp;tension as possible out of a protracted, real-time attempt at escape and determining one character's fate in a coldly off-handed gesture.<br /><br />Brian De Palma has said that it's important, with a horror movie, that the audience not know if they can trust the filmmaker; that's definitely the case with Haneke, and his precision and mercilessness would make him an excellent horror filmmaker if he were so inclined. Except that, according to Haneke himself, <em>Funny Games</em> isn't a horror movie at all, but a self-reflexive&nbsp;criticism of the representation of violence in movies. By denying us conventional dramatic payoffs and the keeping the&nbsp;worst bits&nbsp;mostly offscreen, the movie is meant to make us question the entertainment value we get from onscreen representations of violence. Many consider the film a layered, complex exploration of the negative influence of violence in the media; however, I find it frustratingly obtuse and self-contradictory, its detached style in the service of a didactic, scolding message. Worse, Haneke seems uninterested in examining his own role in&nbsp;employing exactly the sort of emotional manipulation he means to condemn, or how it reflects on his career-long tendency towards bludgeoning the audience with moments of brutality that, apparently, we're supposed to blame ourselves for reacting to.&nbsp;While I don't know if Haneke himself is truly sadistic, <em>Funny Games</em> often feels like a session with a dominatrix who believes that we're the true perverts and he's flagellating us towards moral enlightenment.<br /><br />It's tempting to cite the many quotes where Haneke contradicts himself about the movie's intentions, but I'll stick to the evidence in the movie itself. So what are the supposedly brilliant devices he employs to make his point? The killers explicitly reference the fact that they're in a movie; there are a few points when one of them addresses us directly, like a psychopathic Zach Morris; and there's one scene where an act of violent retribution is undone by one of the characters picking up a remote and literally rewinding the film. The first two devices have been used repeatedly in other movies, often in more subtle and interesting ways; the last, frankly, is very silly. Not only does Haneke fundamentally not understand the psychological experience of horror movies, where even fans who primarily enjoy the blood and gore undergo a complex process of identification with both the killer and the victims - he'd do well to read Carol J. Clover's writing on the subject - but his methods of advancing his argument are actually more crude and obvious than many straight horror filmmakers' own approach to screen violence. There are&nbsp;countless examples of horror movies, from <em>Psycho</em><em> </em>to <em>Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer</em> to most of De Palma's filmography<em>,&nbsp;</em>that demonstrate a more sophisticated&nbsp;understanding of our relationship to cinematic horror than Haneke's, films that actually invite us to explore the nature of onscreen and real-life violence instead of punishing us for being interested in the first place. <br /><br />I also have to take exception with Haneke's low opinion with fans of the genre - while, yes, some horror fans just want to see fucked-up shit (who are, ironically, largely responsible for boosting the movie's reputation), most of us are far more interested in exploring the subtext of the films than he gives us credit for. This includes those of you who will disagree with my take on the movie and, I'm sure, are capable of intelligently explaining why. I must remind you, though, that Haneke himself famous said of&nbsp;<em>Funny Games</em>&nbsp;that "Anybody who leaves the cinema doesn't need the film, and anybody who stays does" (presumably, anyone who saw his shot-by-shot English-language remake needed a double dose). So one might argue that those who praise <em>Funny Games</em> are the depraved ones and, as I think it's well crafted but kind of stupid, I'm actually demonstrating greater moral enlightement (though not as great as Michael Haneke, because nobody is as enlightened as Michael Haneke, obviously). Put another way, anybody who doesn't need my thoughts on <em>Funny Games </em>stopped reading two paragraphs ago, and anyone who is still reading does. And all of us need Michael Haneke's <a href="https://twitter.com/Michael_Haneke">fake Twitter account</a>.<br /><br /><strong>U.S. Release Date: March 11, 1998 (Also released that weekend: <em>The Man in the Iron Mask</em>, <em>Chairman of the Board</em>)</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>What critics said at the time:</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><div align="center">&nbsp;</div><div align="center">"Symptomatic of the fascist mindset is the self-righteous application of a strict code of civility from which the ruler himself is naturally exempt. Thus, Haneke despise's the mass audience's pleasure in make-believe mayhem while demonstrating his own capacity to dish it out. The most honest aspects of Haneke's movies is the evident satisfaction the director derives from the authoritarian aspects of his position - demonstrated most spectacularly in <em>Funny Games </em>when the worm, as it were, finally turns. The wheel is rigged so that only Haneke can win." - J. Hoberman, <em>Village Voice</em></div><div align="center"><em></em>&nbsp;</div><div align="center">"'Funny Games' is an intellectual's suspense film, which ultimately tries to critique and demystify violence. But, since our responses are never all cerebral, that's not entirely possible. Especially with villains like these: Giering, amusingly, recalls the lumpishly likable Beau Bridges and Frisch's sang froid suggests Patricia Highsmith's 'Talented Mr. Ripley' (and Alain Delon in the film version, 'Purple Noon'). The beleaguered family is truly sympathetic, especially Susanne Lothar as clear-headed wife Anna. And the form is so transparent, the storytelling so expert, that this film becomes unnervingly lucid. We always know where we are -- even if we're on the road to hell." - Michael Wilmington, <em>Chicago Tribune</em></div><div align="center"><em></em>&nbsp;</div><div align="center">&nbsp;</div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="283" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/-xUs7U516rc" width="376"></iframe><br />http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-18-funny-games.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-1590667262250293375Sun, 19 Oct 2014 04:27:00 +00002014-10-19T00:27:01.251-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 17 - Lost Highway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--pWC5bGxgTs/VEM1qSLTf3I/AAAAAAAACG8/k6IQ7ktq2pA/s1600/losthighway.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--pWC5bGxgTs/VEM1qSLTf3I/AAAAAAAACG8/k6IQ7ktq2pA/s1600/losthighway.png" height="225" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong></strong>&nbsp;</div><div align="center"><strong>#7 (Tie) - 7 Votes</strong>﻿</div><br />While <em>Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me</em> was considerably darker and more abrasive than the series, it still contains enough deadpan comedy that, along with the way it ends Laura Palmer's sad story with a disarming moment of grace, makes the question of whether it's a horror movie or not a debatable one. With David Lynch's next feature, <em>Lost Highway</em>, there's very little debate - it's basically a two-hour nightmare, one that ends without any moment of resolution for its protagonist(s?) or the audience, and what little humor it contains is very grim. While the story relies on noir staples like the seductive girlfriend of a violently jealous gangster, the villain here is most likely the protagonist's own disturbed mind. Lynch has said that he realized, after making the movie, that he was inspired by the O.J. Simpson trial, which actually makes perfect sense; it's a movie about a guy who creates an alternate life for himself to&nbsp;forget a terrible thing he's done, only to find that his own mind - in the form of the creepiest character Lynch has ever created - won't let him escape.<br /><br />The movie begins with couple Fred (Bill Pullman) and Renee (Patricia Arquette), who are living in a sort of monosyllabic horror show of a failing marriage even before they start receiving videos showing the outside and, eventually, the inside of their house (I was annoyed when Michael Haneke either unintentionally repeated or blatantly stole this device for <em>Caché</em> and everyone was apparently fine with it). As with most mysteries in Lynch's movies, the tapes aren't a puzzle to be put together as much as a harbinger of darker things to come, which manifest themselves in the form of a guy in Kabuki makeup (played, in a queasy coincidence, by future possible wife murderer Robert Blake) who approaches Fred at a party and informs him that they've met before. The guy also tells Fred that he's at Fred and Renee's home right now; Fred calls home, at the mysterious man's insistence, and the man does indeed pick up&nbsp;at the other end. The scene is a perfect example of Lynch's amazing gift to take a scene that, on the page, could play like a lesser <em>Twilight Zone </em>episode and, by staging it just right, eliciting the right performances from his (presumably very trusting) actors and, especially, knowing just when to cut to tighter close-ups on his actors, creates a scene that works as a horror story in miniature.<br /><br />The story soon jumps ahead to Fred in prison, accused of killing his wife, which he doesn't remember. One morning, after suffering a headache that looks slightly less painful than the one Michael Ironside gives Louis Del Grande in <em>Scanners</em>, Fred wakes up as a different person. Pete (Balthazar Getty), an auto mechanic in his early 20s, doesn't remember how he got there, but the movie switches tracks with him. Pete soon begins an affair with Alice (also Arquette), the mistress of a gangster named Mr. Eddy (Robert Loggia). Just as the movie seems to be veering into <em>Double Indemnity </em>territory, bits of Fred's life start to intrude on Pete's story in&nbsp;strange ways, until the whole thing folds back on itself. The movie has a great deal in common, thematically and structurally, with <em>Mulholland Drive </em>and <em>Inland Empire</em>, but while those movies end on a note of liberation for their trapped heroines, there's no exit for Fred at the end; it's easy to imagine the end credits simply looping back to the movie's beginning. <br /><br />It's not&nbsp;quite as strong as the two later films, and once you start to understand what's happening to Fred/Pete, some of the details might start to seem unnecessarily obscure. But it contains some of Lynch's best&nbsp;work - the scene where Mr. Eddy assaults a tailgater is the most memorable in Loggia's filmography (other than&nbsp;his <a href="http://youtu.be/bZIzRqDOSZo">Minute Maid ad</a>), and there's a great sex scene between Pete and Alice, scored to This Mortal Coil's <a href="http://youtu.be/HFWKJ2FUiAQ">"Song to the Siren,"</a>* that takes a hairpin turn from beautiful to chilling (Arquette's performance&nbsp;is very underrated). And whenever the movie seems ready to fly off the rails, Blake returns to bring everything into frightening focus.&nbsp;Blake may be playing the devil (this was Blake's interpretation), or a projection of Fred's conscience (co-writer Barry Gifford thought so); personally, I think he's like the subconscious characters in <em>Inception </em>(albeit in a less literal way), determined to eject Fred from his own dream. Whatever the case may be, Blake is completely terrifying; late in the movie, there's a POV shot of Fred, from the driver's side of his car, pulling away as Blake approaches with a camera, grasping at Fred as he drives away, that is as suspenseful as any protracted chase in a slasher movie.<br /><br />Given the theme of this month's poll, it's also worth noting that <em>Lost Highway</em> is immediately identifiable as a late-'90s movie. Lynch's films often feel like they're taking place in the present and the recent past at the same time, and <em>Lost Highway </em>sort of tries that with the <em>noir </em>elements. In this case, though, the wall-to-wall industrial soundtrack, as well as the industrial influence on the production design and costumes, make it much more recognizably of its time. This hurts the movie a little bit - it takes me out of the dreamlike atmosphere Lynch is working so hard to build when Marilyn Manson and Henry Rollins show up in cameo roles. While I don't doubt that Lynch is a fan of&nbsp;Manson, Nine&nbsp;Inch Nails&nbsp;and the other artists on the soundtrack, it sometimes feels like he's straining for relevance in a way that none of his other work does. It's a minor nitpick, though, as the movie is still fascinating and often very unsettling; let's just say that, while a David Lynch movie isn't improved by putting a Rammstein song on the soundtrack, being on the soundtrack of a David Lynch movie makes Rammstein a little more interesting.<br /><br />Sidenote: If you haven't read this <a href="http://www.lynchnet.com/lh/lhpremiere.html">David Foster Wallace piece</a> about Lynch, focusing on a visit to the set of&nbsp;<em>Lost Highway</em>, I can't recommend it highly enough.<br /><br />*Lynch wanted to use this song as the soundtrack for Jeffrey and Sandy's dance scene in <em>Blue Velvet</em>; when he found out he couldn't, he wrote the lyrics to <a href="http://youtu.be/LOOKkPS47WQ">"Mysteries of Love"</a> during a lunch break.<br /><br /><strong>U.S. Release Date: February 19, 1997 (Also opening that day: <em>The Empire Strikes Back </em>(Special Edition), <em>Rosewood</em>, <em>Blood and Wine</em>)</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>What critics said at the time: </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"In <em>Eraserhead</em>, there was a rapturous quality in even the most grisly images. Amid the terrible loneliness of human (and industrial) life were flecks of opalescent beauty, and of connection. In <em>Lost Highway</em>, the plugs have been pulled, and what's left is a misanthropic cackle that echoes in the void. It's distressing to think that <em>Blue Velvet</em> was the climax of Lynch's hopeful phase, that his view of humanity has been downhill from there. It's not that the vision here is so bleak, but that it's so reductive, and that it leads nowhere. <em>Lost Highway</em> is <em>Eraserhead</em> without the wonder, <em>Eraserhead</em> conceived by an angry man recycling stale genre movies and making them staler and more primitive yet." - David Edelstein, <em>Slate</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>"</em>Lynch has landed us in storytelling territory so weird and new that a more precise plot synopsis would probably be incoherent, like the handbook for the afterlife that the dead are required to read in <em>Beetlejuice.</em> Yet from beginning to end, Lynch keeps us anchored in a very plausible, slightly comical, hypnotically humdrum world where people drive cars, go to work, and haunt their own apartments. For all that these characters relentlessly transform, inside and out, their world is solid and constant--and from the get-go, this is a reassuring indicator that Lynch knows exactly what he is doing. We are never anywhere except where he and co-writer Barry Gifford <em>(Wild at Heart)</em> want us to be." - F.X. Feeney, <em>Mr. Showbiz</em><br /><em></em>&nbsp;</div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="252" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/hvGvjnqSKF8" width="448"></iframe><br />http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-17-lost-highway.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-2436539115858971523Sat, 18 Oct 2014 00:28:00 +00002014-10-17T20:28:04.817-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 16 - Bram Stoker's Dracula<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HV-tR1v_Z3s/VEGzVhFEASI/AAAAAAAACGs/iVRTUESSZNA/s1600/bram-stokers-dracula.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HV-tR1v_Z3s/VEGzVhFEASI/AAAAAAAACGs/iVRTUESSZNA/s1600/bram-stokers-dracula.jpg" height="225" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#7 (Tie) - 7 Votes</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div>The November 1992 issue of <i>Fangoria</i>&nbsp;- the cover of which refers to <i>Bram Stoker's Dracula</i>&nbsp;as "The Horror Event of the Decade!" - features an interview with director Francis Ford Coppola about his then-new film. Coppola talks at length about his attempt to make an experimental film out of Bram Stoker's novel, while the studio wanted a big, lavish A-list horror movie. At the end of the interview, he concludes:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;"The irony is that even though this film didn't turn out as experimental as I originally planned - I got maybe 40 percent of what I was going for - it's still not your conventional movie. Certain aspects of it got away from me, got bigger than I intended; I was looking at making a smaller, stranger, artier version, and what I got is a <i>big</i>, strange, artier version."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's a familiar narrative turn of events in Coppola's career, the intention of making a small art film ballooning into something much larger. In this case, though, <i>Dracula </i>turned out to be the rare unqualified hit of Coppola's post-'70s career, largely thanks to a very effective marketing campaign - the movie's gorgeous poster was ubiquitous that fall, as were the many bits of cross-promotional ephemera (the VHS release featured ads for the soundtrack and the Sega Genesis game). The movie itself didn't prove to be the horror event of the decade, and it remains divisive among horror fans, but Coppola did succeed in making a uncommonly idiosyncratic blockbuster - with its opulent, romantic approach to horror, <i>Dracula </i>is very much of its time, but there hasn't been anything quite like it since.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Personally, I've always been a fan of the movie, which I wanted to see as badly as most of my peers wanted to see <i>Home Alone 2: Lost in New York</i>&nbsp;that fall. I had to wait until the following summer to see it on video; admittedly, my attention flagged a bit in the last half-hour, by which point everyone in the cast is yelling all of their dialogue, but I liked the movie for the reason many critics didn't, the way it aspired to elevate <i>Dracula </i>to the level of high art while still indulging in gratuitous T&amp;A and as much onscreen bloodletting as the average splatter movie. Seeing it on the big screen several years later, I was able to fully admire Coppola's attempt to tell this story in purely visual terms, as though it were a silent film; the movie's over-the-top visual spectacle may not always be dramatically coherent, but between the lavish production design, the extraordinary costumes by Eiko Ishioka (who deservedly won an Oscar for her work on the film), frequent Fassbender collaborator Michael Ballhaus' cinematography, and the stunning visual effects (supervised by Coppola's son Roman), which were mostly achieved in-camera, the movie's accomplishments are unique and ambitious enough to forgive its occasional missteps. It's playfully inventive and proudly disreputable in a way that Coppola's films wouldn't be again until his most recent, <i>Twixt</i>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The first thing people are apt to remember about <i>Dracula</i>, of course, is Keanu Reeves' performance as Harker, particularly his oft-parodied British accent. Ever since I read an interview with Coppola where he mentioned that he wanted Johnny Depp for the part (the studio didn't think he was a big enough star at the time), I can't help imagining an alternate universe <i>Dracula</i>&nbsp;that, with that one change, is celebrated as a classic. Beyond that, I'm the fan of all the performances - yes, everyone is chewing the scenery, especially Anthony Hopkins, but naturalistic performances would have been drowned out by the scale of the production. It's the kind of movie where a curly-mustached Cary Elwes can burst into a room and bellow "What the <i>devil </i>is going on hee-ah?" and it just feels right. Other standouts in the cast include Tom Waits playing Renfield as a bug-eating Tom Waits, and Sadie Frost, who takes the typically thankless role of the best friend who Dracula seduces first and makes something special out of it - she's sexy in a way that made me uncomfortable as a kid and probably more so as an adult (the whole movie is luridly sexual - it's probably unnecessary, but I'm not complaining). And while the character of Mina doesn't require as much from Ryder as her much more interesting performances in movies like <i>Heathers</i>&nbsp;and <i>The Age of Innocence</i>, this might not matter if, like me, Winona circa 1989-1994 was one of the earliest and most influential crushes of your formative years.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's Gary Oldman, though, who steals the movie; he's my favorite screen Dracula after Christopher Lee, and his chameleon-like talents are perfect for Dracula as conceived here. Managing to convincingly act through the several complex makeup designs created by Greg Cannom (also a deserving Oscar winner for his work here), Oldman is equally convincing as a decrepit elderly Dracula, a young heartthrob Dracula, or a six-foot-tall bat. His romantic scenes with Ryder are straight out of a Harlequin novel, but he's persuasive enough that when he bares his bleeding chest for Mina to drink from, you can see how she might be into it. <i>Dracula </i>was one of the first in a wave of movies, like <i>The Crow </i>and <i>Interview with the Vampire</i>, that took a Gothic, romantic approach to dark subject matter that appealed to young audiences, particularly teenage girls. Years later, it's easy to trace a line from these films to the <i>Twilight </i>series, though fans of <i>Dracula </i>would likely sneer at the comparison. The truth is, they tap into the same fantasies, though, compared to Stephanie Meyer's chaste sexuality, Coppola's film is practically pornographic, and delightfully so - I can't believe I've reached my conclusion without discussing the blood-drinking orgy scene. Ah well, another time, perhaps.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>U.S. Release Date: November 13, 1992 (Also released that day: <i>Traces of Red</i>, <i>Love Potion no. 9, Tous les Matins du Monde</i>)</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>What critics said at the time:</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-left;">"For one thing, the 130-minute drama goes on forever. For another, it feels like neither a success nor a failure, living in its own world of maddening oppositions: It's enthralling in many places, dull in others. It's as wondrous as it is overextended. You can't tell if this is a flawed masterpiece or an intricately designed bag of wind." - Desson Howe, <i>Washington Post</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-left;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 19.743358612060547px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Boring? Empty? These adjectives accurately describe most Hollywood pictures I see week after week, all of which have easily definable heroes, plots, conflicts, and resolutions, and as few ideas of any kind as possible--visual, thematic, stylistic, or otherwise. If anything, Bram Stoker's Dracula suffers from a surfeit of such ideas, not to mention a surfeit of characters and action. If you require your entertainments to be easy to follow and to synopsize or review afterward, you'd be better off heading for Aladdin." - Jonathan Rosenbaum, <i>Chicago Readers</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 19.743358612060547px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/QMvD2Jlyy9U" width="560"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-16-bram-stokers.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-8951439792511512910Thu, 16 Oct 2014 13:44:00 +00002014-10-16T09:54:58.480-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 15 - Ravenous<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TFNy3GSYZA/VD_LcAMz8WI/AAAAAAAACGc/JM0NFi3oq2k/s1600/ravenous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TFNy3GSYZA/VD_LcAMz8WI/AAAAAAAACGc/JM0NFi3oq2k/s1600/ravenous.jpg" height="177" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#8 (Tie) - 6 Votes</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div>I skipped <i>Ravenous </i>when it was dumped in theaters in the spring of 1999, received mixed-to-negative reviews (though Roger Ebert and a handful of others were fans) and quickly disappeared. A few years later, I caught it on cable and was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed it. The movie has built up a small cult following over the years; as is often the case with black comedies, <i>Ravenous </i>was difficult to market (check out the pretty terrible trailer below) and eventually found an audience appreciative of its peculiar charms through word of mouth. Mixing horror and comedy is always a delicate balance, and <i>Ravenous </i>has the added challenge of working as a period piece, but it works as well as it does because the setting, characters and performances remain credible even as the action grows increasingly loony.<br /><br />Set in 1847, <i>Ravenous </i>stars Guy Pearce as Captain John Boyd, who is transferred to a remote outpost in the Sierra Nevadas as punishment for an act of cowardice during a battle. Soon after Boyd's arrival, a settler named Colqhoun (Robert Carlyle) appears at the camp, near death and telling the terrifying story of his party being lost in the mountains and having to resort to cannibalism. The soldiers assemble a rescue party to search for survivors around the camp; I'll stop describing the plot here, because it's a pleasure to see the unexpected turns the story takes. Screenwriter Ted Griffin does a fine job of repeatedly raising the stakes throughout; every time we think the situation can't get worse for Boyd and his fellow soldiers, Griffin turns the screws a little tighter, all while maintaining a cheerful sense of gallows humor.<br /><br />The production of <i>Ravenous </i>was famously troubled, with Antonia Bird taking over three weeks into production after the original director, Milcho Manchevski, was fired. So while the movie nods in the direction of playing as satire of American exceptionalism, it's probably best not to read too much of a personal signature into what was clearly a for-hire job. That said, aside from the anticlimactic final scenes, the movie doesn't feel like the product of a troubled production at all. Bird gets the tricky tone the material needs to work without losing sight of the sense of verisimilitude needed to keep it from veering into camp territory - it's a very funny movie, but moments like Jeffrey Jones' final scene are legitimately unsettling. Bird also gets strong performances from her ensemble cast - both leads are strong, and the ensembles cast, which includes Jones, Jeremy Davies and Neal McDonough, offers strong support, which is crucial in a horror movie that relies on an isolated setting. Anthony Richmond's gorgeous widescreen cinematography makes the most of the movie's locations (Slovakia makes a surprisingly good double for the Sierras). And, last but not least, the score by Michael Nyman and Damon Albarn is one of the all-time great horror soundtracks; not since <i>Deliverance</i>&nbsp;has a banjo sounded so threatening.<br /><br /><b>U.S. Release Date: March 19, 1999 (Also opening that day: <i>Forces of Nature</i>, <i>True Crime</i>, <i>The King and I</i>, <i>I Stand Alone</i>, <i>The Book of Life</i>, <i>Sparkler</i>)</b><br /><br /><b>What critics said at the time:</b><br /><b><br /></b><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"The film is one of those accursed self-styled 'outrageous' comedies that play the horrific for broad laughs, with a comically inflated style of dialogue that's so hip one doubts it could have been conceived before 1997, much less 1847. It's 'Eating Raoul' in buckskins. But the movie is also coarse and bloody (blood seeping, splattering, gurgling, gushing or blackening into aspic in the sun, is the visual motif) and uses far too many horror movie tricks, like the shock of the mutilated body or the unexpected plasma squirt." - Stephen Hunter, <i>Washington Post</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;">"The screenplay, by Ted Griffin, provides nice, small moments of color for the characters (I liked the way Jeffrey Jones' C.O. seemed reasonable in the most appalling ways), and short, spare lines of dialogue that do their work ('He was licking me!'). I also liked the way characters unexpectedly reappeared and how the movie savors Boyd's inability to get anyone to believe him. And I admired the visceral music, by Michael Nyman and Damon Albarn, which calls attention to itself (common) but deserves to (rare). 'Ravenous' is clever in the way it avoids most of the cliches of the vampire movie by using cannibalism, and most of the cliches of the cannibal movie by using vampirism. It serves both dishes with new sauces." Roger Ebert, <i>Chicago Sun-Times</i></span></span></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="283" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/2tSoPwdc8A0" width="376"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-15-ravenous.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-3048127115262322677Wed, 15 Oct 2014 14:04:00 +00002014-10-20T19:47:52.606-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 14 - The Faculty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGZLzbo5ZA0/VD5-xzRHswI/AAAAAAAACGM/nSfe8Yig5SA/s1600/faculty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGZLzbo5ZA0/VD5-xzRHswI/AAAAAAAACGM/nSfe8Yig5SA/s1600/faculty.jpg" height="225" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#8 (Tie) - 6 Votes</b></div><i><br /></i><i>The Faculty</i>&nbsp;was released near the end of the post-<i>Scream </i>wave of self-referential, self-consciously hip teen horror movies that dominated the second half of the decade. Written by <i>Scream</i>'s Kevin Williamson - whose other credits, in the two years between <i>Scream </i>and <i>The Faculty</i>, were <i>I Know What You Did Last Summer</i>, <i>Scream 2</i>, <i>Dawson's Creek</i>&nbsp;and uncredited rewrites on <i>Halloween: H20 - </i>it's a calculated mix of <i>Invasion of the Body Snatchers</i>&nbsp;and <i>The Breakfast Club</i>. When an alien parasite starts taking over the minds of the teachers at an average suburban high school, a group of very different students - including a brain, a jock, a popular girl, a bullied Goth girl and a misunderstood delinquent - have to work together to stop it from taking over the school and, presumably, the world. In the process, they have lots of feelings and learn that they're not as different as they thought. It's a blatant mash-up of elements from popular movies, and I'm not sure if the fact that the movie acknowledges that it's stealing (Elijah Wood and Clea DuVall's characters actually discuss <i>Invasion of the Body Snatchers</i>&nbsp;and Heinlen's <i>The Puppet Masters </i>in one scene) makes it more or less cynical than if it played dumb. And when characters spoke in Williamson's trademark hyperarticulate dialogue, I honestly couldn't remember if it was an accurate reflection of how teens talked back then or if they started talking that way because they saw <i>Scream </i>and <i>Dawson's Creek</i>, and I was one of those teens.<br /><br />While I have tried to avoid reducing my write-ups to click bait-y "Remember this? Does this make you feel old?" stuff, I must say that <i>The Faculty </i>might be the quintessential '90s horror movie. Just the sight of the Dimension logo lighting up, with The Offspring on the soundtrack, had a Proustian impact. If anyone were to make a parody of late-'90s teen horror movies, it would look a lot like <i>The Faculty</i>. The characters are introduced with freeze-frames and title cards showing their names - I'm bad with font names, but it was that paint splatter-looking one, kind of like the <i>Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas</i>&nbsp;font, but more '90s and extreme (I'm sure it was an option on Microsoft Word at the time). Usher, Wiley Wiggins and Danny Masterson show up in small roles, and Harry Knowles has a cameo as a teacher. Jon Stewart shows up, just before he took over&nbsp;<i>The Daily Show</i>, rocking a sweet goatee (the scene where he gets stabbed in the eye was a go-to punchline on <i>The Daily Show </i>for years). The soundtrack even features an ultra-'90s supergroup - Layne Staley on vocals, Tom Morello on lead guitar, Stephen Perkins on drums and Martyn LeNoble on bass - that was assembled specifically for this movie to provide a shitty cover of "Another Brick in the Wall (Part 2)." If you added a Jesse Camp cameo, a character who is really into rap metal and a reference to the Taco Bell chihuahua, this would be the perfect 1998 time capsule.<br /><br />Probably the most of-its-time element of the movie is that Josh Hartnett's sensitive badass character is a drug dealer who sells an unspecified powder. The character is clearly modeled after Judd Nelson's character from <i>The Breakfast Club</i>, but Bender just had a bag of weed in his locker. In <i>The Faculty</i>, Hartnett selling homemade amphetamines to his classmates is both supposed to make him charmingly roguish and demonstrate that he's a smart kid who needs to apply himself. I didn't think anything of it as a teenager who knew almost nothing about drugs, but as a 30-year-old, I was mortified. There's also the suggestion of a romantic attraction between Hartnett and a teacher played by Famke Janssen, a weird recurring theme in Willliamson's work. So there was a brief moment in popular culture where a movie could confuse Jesse Pinkman for John Bender and have us rooting for him to have sex with his teacher. The '90s were weird.<br /><br />I was surprised how well <i>The Faculty </i>did in this poll; I'm guessing that, if I'd been a little younger when I saw it, I'd have more affection for it. It's not bad, though, and it's especially fun when it gets to let loose with its <i>The Thing</i>-influenced creature effects by KNB. Director Robert Rodriguez does a fine job of aping Wes Craven's work on <i>Scream</i>, though his work here was the first hint that he'd be less of an auteur than Tarantino or his other contemporaries and more of a..."hack" is a strong word, so we'll say a commercially-minded journeyman. The casting of the teachers is inspired, with Robert Patrick and Piper Laurie, in particular, riffing on their most famous genre roles. And it was fun to spot a ton of familiar faces near the beginning of their careers, especially Clea DuVall as Ally Sheedy.<br /><br /><b>U.S. Release Date: December 25, 1998 (Also released that day: <i>Patch Adams</i>, <i>Stepmom</i>, <i>Mighty Joe Young</i>, <i>The Thin Red Line</i>, <i>Hurlyburly</i>, <i>A Civil Action</i>, <i>The Swindle</i>, <i>The Theory of Flight</i>)</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>What critics said at the time:&nbsp;</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"A sci-fi/horror thriller so derivative that it thoughtfully acknowledges its principal influences in the dialogue, screenwriter Kevin Williamson and director Robert Rodriguez's wise-to-its-audience shocker is nevertheless exactly the kind of sporadically clever, button-pushing fright-fest that keeps genre fans hanging on until something more fulfilling comes along." - Matland McDonagh, <i>TV Guide</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i></div><br /><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 15px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Amid the traditional year-end deluge of prestige pictures, a smart, lively and unpretentious exploitation picture is always a welcome treat.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">And that's exactly the pleasure of seeing 'The Faculty,' a rip-roaring collaboration between director Robert Rodriguez and writer Kevin Williamson. It's a consistently funny and clever teen horror flick that in the Williamson 'Scream' tradition of hip references to old films also offers nods to 'The Thing,' 'Forbidden Planet' and 'The Puppet Masters." - Kevin Thomas, <i>Los Angeles Times</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 15px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="283" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/ig9HztI9-nY" width="376"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-14-faculty.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-3398458769691416895Tue, 14 Oct 2014 14:09:00 +00002014-10-14T10:09:21.382-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 13 - Dellamorte Dellamore (aka Cemetery Man)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwa_jejrRT8/VD0qqL_mUOI/AAAAAAAACF8/2CkCP1MP6KM/s1600/cemetery-man8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cwa_jejrRT8/VD0qqL_mUOI/AAAAAAAACF8/2CkCP1MP6KM/s1600/cemetery-man8.jpg" height="242" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<b>&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#8 (Tie) - 6 Votes</b></div><br />The first time I saw <i>Dellamorte Dellamore</i> (released in the U.S. as <i>Cemetery Man</i>), it was very late at night, and the next morning, I wasn't sure if I was remembering the movie accurately or if it had inspired some very strange dreams as I drifted in and out of sleep. Later on, a second viewing confirmed that Michele Soavi's film was exactly as strange as I remembered. Based on a novel Tiziano Sclavi (who also created the cult comic <i>Dylan Dog</i>, whose hero is modeled after <i>Dellamorte Dellamore </i>star Rupert Everett), <i>Cemetery Man </i>starts as a deadpan horror comedy only to make several jarring tonal shifts, becoming erotic, violent and surreal before ending on an inexplicable existential question mark. It shouldn't work, and it didn't work for a lot of critics, but Soavi - who worked as an assistant director for Dario Argento and Terry Gilliam, citing both as influences on his work - completely commits to the story's morbid take on love and death, and even as you're repeatedly asking "Wait, what just happened?", in the end it's true to its own (arguably batshit insane) logic.<br /><br />Everett stars as Francesco Dellamorte, a cemetery caretaker in a small Italian town who, as of late, has had to deal with the problem of dead people escaping from their graves. While the movie's roving cameras remind not only of Gilliam but also Sam Raimi and Peter Jackson, Soavi's approach to horror comedy is comparatively low key - the joke here is that, for Dellamorte, shooting zombies in the head becomes just another mundane aspect of his job. This changes when Dellamorte, whose only companion is his mentally challenged assistant Gnaghi (François Hadji-Lazaro), falls for a newly widowed young woman (Anna Falchi). Sadly, the woman is bitten by a zombie after she and Francesco have sex atop a grave, but after he dispatches of her, she reappears to him as various other characters (Gnaghi also has a romance with a severed head). As Francesco starts to wonder if he's going insane, he's visited by a very Gilliam-esque Death, who encourages him to start killing the living, which is where things get really strange.<br /><br /><i>Dellamorte Dellamore</i> isn't a particularly scary film, as the zombie outbreak proves to be the least of Dellamorte's worries, and Soavi is more interested in gross-out than suspense; everyday human activities like eating and sex are given a sickly quality, reminders of our mortality. The movie grows more unnerving as Dellamorte turns his gun on the living, and we're uncreasingly uncertain if what we're seeing is a dream, a hallucination or something else altogether. The movie's ending, which I won't spoil, is one of the strangest of any movie, horror or otherwise. It's a seemingly out-of-nowhere philosophical question mark, and while, after having seen it a few times, I'm not sure if it fits the movie, but I admire Soavi for swinging for the fences. Soavi left the film industry for a long time after <i>Dellamorte Dellamore</i> for personal reasons; there are two more recent movies listed on his Wikipedia page, but there's very little information about either, and they don't appear to have gotten U.S. releases. It's a shame, as <i>Dellamorte Dellamore</i> is one of the most unique horror movies of the decade, and horror movies could use Soavi's offbeat sensibility today.<br /><br /><b>U.S. Release Date: April 26, 1996 (Also released that day: <i>The Quest</i>, <i>The Truth About Cats &amp; Dogs</i>, <i>Sunset Park</i>, <i>Mulholland Falls</i>)</b><br /><br /><b>What critics said at the time:&nbsp;</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"The worst thing that can be said for 'Cemetery Man,' which opens today in the Bay Area, is that it's out of control. It's as if the film makers were following random impulses, tossing anything on screen and then repenting by flailing in all directions for a meaning to it all. Some patches are dull, others are irritating and puerile. In the end, 'Cemetery Man' seems to be a pointless exercise" - Mick LaSalle, <i>San Francisco Chronicle</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"The visual effects are a hoot, with camera angles from inside underground coffins, and a severed head that follows Gnaghi adoringly around the graveyard. Soavi offers a skewed comic world where a dead lover is as good as a live one - maybe better, since the dead always return. With Hollywood grinding out a raft of coming big-budget, heavy-artillery, live-action versions of comic books such as `Barb Wire,' `X-Men,' `Men in Black' and `Wonder Woman,' this sweet-spirited Italian import recalls another era with its naughtiness, creative verve and endearing lack of pretension." - Amy Dawes, <i>Los Angeles Daily News</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;</i> </div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="283" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/xt8quwcnJgU" width="376"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-13-dellamorte.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18377389.post-654734289172102108Mon, 13 Oct 2014 22:29:00 +00002014-10-13T18:29:08.605-04:00'90s Horror Poll: Day 12 - Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztKYujOCmBo/VDxM7AcAQ2I/AAAAAAAACFs/F8clGoUGRFI/s1600/fwwm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztKYujOCmBo/VDxM7AcAQ2I/AAAAAAAACFs/F8clGoUGRFI/s1600/fwwm.jpg" height="216" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>#8 (Tie) - 6 Votes</b></div><br />While I don't want to devote a lot of space to the question of whether or not <em>Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me</em> is a horror movie, David Lynch is unparalleled in making movies that defy easy genre classification with their ability to make us feel multiple conflicting emotions at once. <em>Eraserhead</em>, for instance, is a movie that many consider horror, but as unsettling as it can be, I've always found it hilarious. One of the many ways that <em>Twin Peaks</em> was a radical departure for network TV was the way it juggled so many different genres&nbsp;and moods&nbsp;in a way that, at the show's best, seemed effortless. A single episode could include goofy comedy, eroticism (by network standards), soap-y melodrama, suspense, surrealism, poetry and genuine pathos, all within the parameters of a mystery procedural. While the show's many tonal shifts weren't always smooth, they were unified by a very real emotional center - the way that the grief over Laura Palmer's death touches every resident of the town and, once the identity of Laura's killer was revealed, the all too real horror of a seemingly happy family hiding unspeakable abuse.<br /><br />There are long stretches of <em>Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me</em>, Lynch's follow-up to the series, that can't really be classified as "horror." The opening half hour, following FBI agent Chester Desmond (Chris Isaak) as he investigates a murder that took place a year before Laura's, is a self-contained deadpan comedy featuring exact opposites of many of the main characters from <em>Twin Peaks</em>. It's as if Lynch was deliberately trying to frustrate fans' expectations. There's also a brief interlude with David Bowie as a FBI agent returning from the&nbsp;world where Bob and "the man from another place" reside that is equal parts compelling and baffling. Also, given that it's a prequel (and because Kyle McLachlan asked to have a smaller part), Agent Cooper's mostly passive role knocks the movie off-balance as it descends into the underworld of <em>Twin Peaks</em> without its goodhearted, pie-loving Virgil.<br /><br />But once the movie returns to Twin Peaks and the story of the last days of Laura Palmer's life, it's nightmarish in ways that go far beyond what a TV show at the time would allow. We watch Laura's psychological torment in what feels like slow motion, and it's almost too painful to witness; while Lynch has specialized in abstracting real life evils in <em>Twin Peaks</em> and throughout his work, he deserves a lot of credit for dealing with the literal evil of incest literally and unflinchingly. Though Bob remains frightening in the film, the sickening reveal of Laura finally seeing his real face - her father's - is more terrifying than any supernatural being. Lynch's leads deserve a great deal of credit too - Sheryl Lee gives the rare performance that deserves to be described as brave, throwing herself completely and without vanity into Laura's descent, and Ray Wise is just as brave in finding the broken humanity in a character that is at once monstrous and pitiful. Throughout, the movie has a&nbsp;genuine, heartbreaking&nbsp;sense of&nbsp;compassion for victims of sexual abuse; Lee has remarked that survivors of rape and incest have thanked her for helping them work through their own experiences.<br /><br />While the letters sections of <em>Wrapped in Plastic</em> indicate that the movie had passionate fans from the beginning, it was mostly rejected by audiences hoping that it would answer some of the show's unresolved questions. Instead, they got an incredibly downbeat character study, minus the show's offbeat humor, that raised more questions than it answered. Since then, it's found a loyal audience, including many who insist it's Lynch's masterpiece; at the very least, it's one of his most technically accomplished (the sound design alone is astounding), and a remarkably uncompromising, difficult film. The news of a new season of <em>Twin Peaks</em>, to be directed by Lynch and written by Lynch and series co-creator Mark Frost,&nbsp;has been greeted by some (including me) with the same kind of anticipation others feel for the new <em>Star Wars </em>trilogy, with a lot of speculation about what shape the story might take. My guess is that a fair amount of people will be disappointed; if there's one thing <em>Fire Walk With Me</em> proves, it's that Lynch follows his own muse, audience expectations be damned. But if Showtime is smart enough to let him do his thing, having Lynch back in the director's chair, returning to the medium he helped reshape, is cause for celebration. I, for one, can't wait to be surprised.<br /><br /><b>U.S. Release Date: August 28, 1992 (Also released that day: <i>Honeymoon in Vegas</i>, <i>Pet Sematary II</i>, <i>Freddie as F.R.O.7.</i>, <i>Storyville</i>)</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>What critics said at the time:</b><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Everything about David Lynch's "Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me" is a deception. It's not the worst movie ever made; it just seems to be. Its 134 minutes induce a state of simulated brain death, an effect as easily attained in half the time by staring at the blinking lights on a Christmas tree." - Vincent Canby, <i>New York Times</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">"The film's many moments of horror- an excursion into a drab room in a picture given Laura by a spectral old woman and which turns out to be one of the entrances to the Lodge,' Laura's hysterical and numbed laughter as Bobby is shocked by the murder he has committed: the alternations of the glowering Leland with the insanely evil Bob - demonstrate just how tidy, conventional and domesticated the generic horror movie of the 80s and 90s has become." - Kim Newman, <i>Sight &amp; Sound</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="252" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/I9Ey1FQVIO8" width="448"></iframe>http://cinevistaramascope.blogspot.com/2014/10/90s-horror-poll-day-12-twin-peaks-fire.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Andrew Bemis)0